Reflections of a restless eccentric

It is that time of the year again--I turn a year older. As is my ritual, I introspect on the year that went by and write down all that I am grateful for. Previous years: 2016:  https://virtualramblings10.blogspot.com/2016/12/efmlthanksgiving.html 2017:  https://virtualramblings10.blogspot.com/2017/12/thanksgivingchangelog.html 2018:  https://virtualramblings10.blogspot.com/2018/12/thanksgiving-yesterday-today-and.html In my head, 2019 will be the year of my marriage, and that alone is enough to make it stand out in my life. This year has changed my life in several ways. I am extremely grateful to have found a partner as wonderful and inspiring as my husband. He has been and is crucial in reshaping my thinking. I've learnt several things from him. He taught me the difference between surviving and thriving, and that merely surviving wasn't enough. He is the opposite of complacent, and he has reinforced my tendencies to abhor the word "settle". He has taught...

Time is the strangest of them all. We discretize it into seconds, minutes, hours, days and years. What not. But tell me, have you ever really felt the passage of time? Not until you stop and look back. Time feels so fluid. Like an ever moving river. You get so accustomed to the movement that it feels static. How things have changed, we mourn ruefully. And the immediate culprit that comes to mind is time. But is it really? Is the effect of moving through an ever changing dimension enough to produce change? Or is time merely a criminal whose charges are based on circumstantial evidence? We celebrate birthdays and new years and herald the beginning of something new. We express sorrow at the loss of something old. Is anything really new or old? Time sometimes feels like a mobius strip-no end and no beginning. Time is my favorite muse. I imagine it in different garbs. Often times I see it as a sliding window. (One of those things that they use to teach you filtering algorithms:P) It...