I was reading Ecclesiastes the other day. One verse says: ‘what has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.’ The whole book is about the meaninglessness of life.
From the other side of the aisle, Nietzsche says in an infinite universe with no God to direct it, the finite experiences of human existence must necessarily repeat themselves eternally; over and over and over……….
Seems pretty depressing to think there can never be anything new and fresh. Still, the other day I was having a conversation with my alter ego, the daring flamboyant me who’s always trying to get me to push my limits, to step beyond my comfort zone. Daring me convinced shy, reserved me to accept an invitation to tell my story to an auditorium full of junior high students. When the time came I was petrified but somehow made it through. They even applauded and I felt pretty good about it in the end. It gave me a new found confidence.
Still, I don’t see it happening again. I know my true nature and I’m not talking to her any more.