the part you throw away

Dear K-

We all get older. We are all dying, each and every day. It’s perfectly natural, and yet we all want to delay the inevitable as long as we possibly can. Sometimes I think of the creatures Vonnegut created, the ones who saw time in all dimensions. When they looked at a man they didn’t see what you or I would see; they saw every moment of his life, from crawling infant to robust youth to crippled invalid. In their eyes, no one ever was born and no one ever died, because the death was always present, always part of that perspective.

I hate birthdays as much as you, especially now that I’m past the “fun” years. I think about how when I was younger I had such a different path planned for myself. Don’t we all. But I’m glad I diverged from my youthful dreaming- at least most days.

You want to go back, but you know as well as I do we cannot. The clock is fixed to only function in one direction. You can never step into the same river twice, my friend. As much as I’d love to go back to Brno and eat halusky and cuddle in cafes with a Slovenian lover without a fucking care in the world, chronicling my days through games of chess and cups of tea, I know I never can. It would never be the same. That breath you just exhaled will never return. Don’t try to catch it- just let it go and realize you are thankful you are still breathing.

There’s much more to come. True, it may be miserable and never compare to the past, but in all honesty I’m too curious to give it up, so I’m not sure how you could. If you had asked me, at age 22, if I wanted to relive it instead of progressing ahead, I might have eagerly agreed. But now, in retrospect, to think of all the things I would have never seen, heard, loved, destroyed….I don’t think I ever could make that decision. I choose the future. It may be awful, it may be lonely, it may be anything but what I want, but do I really have a choice?

I choose the future.

On and on and on,
-K