Life moves on,

A short journal entry from November, ft. simple observations of home

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Life moves on, sometimes at a pace we never anticipated. Big life events can be spread across many years or be compressed into mere months. The constant, of course, is change. But change looks different every step of the way, and is experienced with an ever-evolving perspective.

I think what my head is trying to get at is the dissonance that exists between the versions of ourselves. How Michael 3 years ago was not ready for Michael today. How those two people are practically unrecognizable and yet completely aligned. This is the peculiar thing about time, how it compresses and expands at its own will; how we simultaneously experience it all flying by while the day drags on.

Is time all we have, or do we not have time at all? Everything seems to be happening all at once.

11/5/24

Since the birth of my daughter I’ve been in this reflective headspace, occasionally journaling, jotting down incoherencies and attempting to get to the heart of whatever it is — that constant yearning inside of us; I know I’m not the only one.

I’ve been hoping that some day soon I might land on it, and that I could reveal to you the thing. But in wiser moments I know that there is no grand answer and that my hope for that thing is an illusion.

We always come back to questions, that lingering unsureness of ourselves that crops up every time we reach for our phones.

For now I have decided to keep on questioning openly, because as much as we all want answers… there are none without the inquiry.