Relative Something

Somehow, we have reached the last day of November today. Months just disintegrate, one into another. I try to recall the moments that make up my memories of the 50 Novembers I have been alive and not much comes together for me. Time comes and goes and I can’t reconcile the significance of transition of minutes to days to months. Does that change when one lives ‘in the moment’?

It has me thinking about the things I do thousands of times, or even tens of thousands of times, with little awareness. While at the same time, the things that happen only one time a year, like a month, I likely won’t experience 100 times in my life. With that in mind, I am aware how cheaply the phrase, “once in a lifetime” gets tossed out, but it can probably describe more events for me than I realize. It’s all on a scale. I breath in and breath out multiple times a minute, eat an average of 3 times a day, enjoy a weekend every week, and get only one November 30 in the year 2009. This moment in time is unique in every way and also the same as every last day of November I’ve seen. They’ve all been day number 30.

Tomorrow is another day. And another month. Won’t that be unique?