01/01

On days like this, I think about beginnings.

I wonder if today truly is a beginning, like some would seem to think it is, as they try to shape their life into a "better" life that they desire, emboldened by the thought that they can make “better” habits and become "better" versions of themselves with the changing of the year. As I watch them try to keep their new year's resolutions, and I see some falter, I wonder if beginnings really matter. I wonder if the "blank slate" that people start the year with matters more than the rest of the year, where some keep going and others falter. What matters is that one keeps going, not how or when one begins.

I wonder too if the change in the numbers of the year represent arbitrary notches on a pole that we have made for ourselves, not the actual beginning of a new pole.

Then I wonder about each person. The beginning of someone's journey. The beginning of a relationship between two persons.

I wonder about the latter the most.

And then sometimes I think it doesn't matter how we start either. It doesn't matter if we met because we sat beside each other in class, or if we just happened to sit beside each other on a long flight.

What matters isn't how we began, I think. What matters is that we did, and that we forged on.