New life

I have gotten the realization, more than once, that I have died a thousand times. Died? Why? Well, I can’t say that I know the person that I was months or years ago. I even have doubts about the person that I was yesterday morning. If I’m renewing all the time, who am I?

I’m myself just once, at every moment that passes by. But the second that moment passes, so do I. And it’s a strange feeling; I can constantly see memories of this past version: A smile in a photo, a note in a journal, the story of a friend. So it comes to mind, is that person really who I was?

I believe that I have died and keep just some memories not-so-intact. Then the realization hits, what to do with this memory? Honor it and try to keep it intact? Or should I embrace a new beginning and just flow with my mind?

And as a note to the future, when the realization strikes back, I want to breathe deep and just think

Every day, a new life.

[Last modified on 2026-04-26]