The Beginning

There is always a beginning and an end to everything. Appreciation of beginnings is, however, extremely underrated. It is funny how humans often tend to be fixated on how or when something will come to an end even before it begins.

Have you ever come across someone talking about how they feel like they are falling in love? Instead of expressing the bliss that the winds of fresh love bring with it, the enthusiasm of getting to know the person, the sheer sense of peace that comes with discovering the most intricate details about them, or even the strange touch that suddenly felt familiar and is, in fact, something their skin has been longing for; they will talk more about how afraid they are of things not working out and them ending up with a void and sadness. Have you ever come across someone who is about to move to a new city? Instead of talking about the new journey that they are about to embark on, the curiosity of waking up on their first day in the city with the smell of the city and the radiance of the sunlight caressing them for the first time; they will talk more about them ending up not liking the strange land. I am writing this while I am listening to Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles and I can’t help but wonder what Beatles song will Spotify choose to play next when the current one ends.

I have often had people telling me that such intricate acknowledgement of the Beginnings will result in the development of an extremely impractical outlook on life and ignorance towards the consequences. I, however, abstain from indulging in such an argument any further. Doesn’t everything that ever happens has a positive and negative aspect to it? And according to the infamous Murphy’s Law, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong”. Perhaps isn’t it better to not worry about the outcome and let the moment sink in?

Time could be one of the prominent reasons why Beginnings are so underrated. Beginnings bring with them new experiences that the human mind is too slow to process and register. And by the time it does, the moment had already passed and it is nothing but a memory. I am now listening to Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles and as I conclude this, I cannot help but chuckle at the irony. I am more concerned about the fate of my blog than I am about the progression.

The human mind indeed works in mysteriously funny ways.