Friday, September 27, 2019
At The Crossroads
As I sail into a third chapter of my life, I wonder what will become of me. Might I enjoy a parvenu's life of carefree bliss, or will I degenerate into Sebastian Melmoth, filled with sorrow and regret. Or are there other possibilities, like experiencing events anew through a different gender lens? (I'm voting for that last one.)
“When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too -- leave them behind. You don't yet know about the habit they have, of coming back....You can never get away from where you've been.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Can you foresee your future?