Dusty Days
Have you ever realised that your world expands rapidly every day that you continue to live? The images you see, places you go, people you meet are essentially always new everyday. They have never existed in that specific context every before in the history of the world.
Its all been done before of course. An idividual’s experiences in life may be comparable to the lives of others in previous generations but theirs are never exactly the same. And it doesn’t necesarliy diminish the quality of newness to that individual just becuase someone else has done it before you. For example, when a woman has her first child it is essential a brand new exper
ience. Very awesome and powerful.
Marriage, childbirth, wars, famines, diseases, aniversaries, political movements and physical movements. Its all new to the individual experiencing it.
This isn’t the life I expected for myself. That thought struck me as I walked back to my room from work today. I made a silent regognition of some of the realities of my present day life.
I’m on my second deployment. I’m a sergeant in the United States Army stationed in Iraq. Fighting indirectly(or directly depending on how you want to look at it) against small groups of middle eastern people. More so than all these “honorable” or newsworthy classifications of myself which I mentioned. Just the fact that I’m here under the hot sun inhaling the dust kicked up by the water truck as it speeds by on the road. I’m a 23 year old man trying to understand how to be just that: A man. Its all essentialy new to me.
