Transmillennial

We all have those light and momentary crushes, those fleeting moments in which you thought you might just possibly have almost but not quite fallen for someone, but in which it was somehow decided that this was not the best and not to be. For a very short time this morning, I was reminded of that.

As most great stories begin, there was a boy, and there was a girl. She was really beautiful when she was 18, and continues to be. It's her birthday today, and suddenly we are all much older and I have realised that we never really got to know each other. Which is a fine thing, and probably a good thing. But of course, we will never know, having never really known.

The point really is that the large majority of our lives was lived in the last millennium. So far, seven years in this one (or eight by the count of some people) have passed, and that is not a lot; 20% or less of the lifetime we have lived so far. Somehow, it is easier to look at the arc of time, the span of years, the bridge already crossed – and say, hey, it was all in the last millennium. All is forgiven, mostly forgotten, the changing of 19xx to 20xx has washed things away.

And although in one's quieter and more melancholic moments one might think not, most of the time it is good, it is pleasant that things have worked out the way they have. In the past, as it is today, the best is yet to be.