Today it occurred to me that there’s no escaping novelty.
I used to think that my small town, small life, and small school were boring.
I used to think that I was stuck in a routine of drab.
But it hit me this morning — every single moment is novel.
You can’t allow yourself to get stuck believing that a moment is the same, that it holds no newness.
You’ll steal the good things from yourself if you do that.
Every moment is new.
The people around you, the experiences they’re bringing with them, their thoughts, their desires, their frustrations, etc.
Everything is new.
Everything is showing up as an accumulation of the moments that have passed, and there will never be another moment with this specific accumulation of past moments or circumstances.
I used to steal the good things from myself when I would write off my small town, my small life, and my small school.
I didn’t look around to find the newness.
I didn’t try to see the dynamism of the world and moments around me.
Going forward, I have to remind myself to do that.