Went to see the Wellington Phoenix play tonight. There was a time in my life when I had a few consecutive season passes and would never miss a game. I think of who I was then, and how much I’ve changed, how far I’ve come. It’s bizarre, thinking back on then and feeling like that person was a stranger. It’s even more bizarre, thinking about who I’ll become in the future, and wondering if the person I am now will be a stranger to them too.
But something told her, some new wisdom about the way things are that she seemed just now to have acquired, that even if they did, it would not be the same. I would have moved on a year, she thought, and I wouldn’t be quite the same person and I mightn’t think the same things at all. I mightn’t, she thought, be interested in the swing and the ilex tree any more. Or Harriet. So it is nice to make the most of it while I am.
– Penelope Lively, A Stitch in Time
I’ve been thinking about this idea that who we are in the future will be different from who we are today. And that maybe these existential crises won’t ever go away, but the best we can do is to just make the most of where we are now.