“Yea, I shall return with the tide.”
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
When do we start anew: at the turn of the page, at the strike of the clock, at the predetermined date? Every day, perhaps, when we open our eyes and realize – here we are. Perhaps we get a fresh start at any given moment, when we become (or are made) aware that every moment is new. "Now" seems like a good time to start again - what better time than now to do something, anything? It is not like we can walk into our past, and we may plan the future, but we still can't go there till it becomes now. And so, the day turns, and small moments become the wefts and warps of our stories, and this moment becomes history, and tomorrow holds a new beginning...
Where are the tides taking you now? Will today be a fresh start?