That's roughly six months from now though anyone who knows me knows that the order of the months of the year is of little consequence to me. To me it is sufficient to know that from our limited perspective time flows mono-directionally.
I think that's what Kerouac and Eggers are trying to tell us.
Come June I'll be in a new city struggling to keep the friends I've left (once again) and juggling the big city that did its best on me last summer. I didn't feel squished. I felt energized and invigorated by such a large city in such a small place. By a city with a strong personality and unique character that carries it's B.O. and leaky, oozing wounds with pride.
There's a new priest in my local church.
Today he warned us to be alert. The book he teaches tells of a parable in the form of a rhetorical question. Do you think that the master of the house, had he known the time his house was going to be broken into, would not have stayed up during that hour to defend his house?
Though normally I attend for the white noise - and the entrance ticket is free - today I was reminded of something.
Six months from now certain things will inevitably change. I'm not looking at life mono-directionally for however many years I have left (and the question of whether or not thats 1 or 70 is absolutely terrifying though my genes indicate statistical longevity). From now on I'm parsing it in manageable bites - a practice I'm adopting for my eating habits as well.
The human body is capable of impressive things. Adaptability. As long as we don't get in our way.
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