But it is inscribed on the heart, and with each beat and with each new thought, it changes shape and destination.
We have little trouble deciding when something ended. We have much more difficulty seeing when it began.
Most of us can recognize the end of a thing (be it relationship or health) from a mile away.
But the beginning always slips up on us, lulling us into thinking what we're living through is yet another moment, in yet another day.
Life is not a book. We know when a book starts: the first page.
But life has stages, and each stage is sneaky. It begins without announcement, and it is almost over before we realize what name it had.
You realized you've grown but not quite sure into what. There are no experts in life's beginnings. We are all green.
Just when we have mastered the technique of a stage, we are catapaulted into another, having to learn its rules from scratch.
We are always rookies it seems.
You're out of your teens before you realize how best to be a teenager.
You break your heart, getting into relationships before you realize there are no rules ... only regard and respect for one another.
Your health is gone before you realize how best to preserve it. You are old before you realize you never enjoyed being who you were.
So whatever crossroads you find yourself at:
enjoy the moment. It won't come again.
The answers will only be found in retrospect, and then, they will no longer do you any good.
Be kind to one another. Be kind to yourself. And laugh, sowing seeds of laughter among others as you go.
Sometimes Being is better than Knowing.
“Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph.”
― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets