I like to think that the image is blurry because the colors ran in the heat, but there’s the Empire State Building lit up all purple for the Violets.
Congratulations class of 2013! If I had started college right after I graduated high school, I would be with you. But then again, I wouldn’t be here in New York probably, or studying music of all stupid, wonderful things. Or trying to be an engineer (seriously, what is up with that?).
But more than anything else this last week has reminded me of the forward motion of existence: how the gears of the universe keep pushing us forward in spite of any inner inertia. Let go of the irreversible past, it tells us. Every moment is a chance for change. Apparently all of our lives have been predetermined since the first particle burst into existence. I don’t believe that. Note: I have no background in particle physics. Still, there are days when you can almost see that everything is in flux, riding on the currents of a greater force that is thundering through nature, knocking old plans askew and opening up possibilities.
A few nights ago Ace and I talked about what we could say to your younger selves. I remember as a child hating change so much that any new beginning—or rather any ending—would make me physically sick. But life is full of little deaths, and that’s fine. Progressions begin and end but the beat goes on.