New year, new beginnings. Time to start fresh. Throw the old ‘you’ into the trash fire from whence you came and rise like a new, slightly-less-trashy phoenix. That’s what we all seem to want: not just a new beginning, but to be rid of the mistakes of the past. We are no longer that horrid person who doesn’t eat well or doesn’t call their mom. We are better, and it’s best that we just forget that jerk we used to be.
Rise from the ashes!
How do you measure a beginning? Is the beginning of a house when the lot is cleared or when the first nail is driven? When the architect completes the design or when they first dream up the idea? What about World War II? Did it start with the invasion of Poland or China? With the machinations or the election of Hitler? Or was the stage set by the end of the first War, simmering for decades? What about the current tensions with Iran? There are those alive today who have lived through the assassination of Suleimani and the coup of Mosaddegh. Sometimes we long for the simplicity of a beginning because it gives us the convenience of dismissing everything that has come before.
The truth is there are no firm beginnings. Our world is beset by temporal gradients. History is a long series of blurred events bleeding into one another. So it goes with our own lives. However, we try desperately to reject this reality. The question of which came first, the chicken or the egg, is a repudiation of evolution in favour of enforcing a concrete origin. The Sorites paradox offers a much better reflection of reality for acknowledging the ambiguity of beginnings.
It’s just inconsiderate
If we want to change, we need to take into account, not just the entirety of our lives, but the context of the history around us. We would need to accommodate our previous habits, the caliber of our will, the willingness of our surroundings to accept our change, the conditions that shaped both our selves and our environment, and then the maintenance of that change in the face of the constant flux of both our selves and our environments.
Who do you think has a better shot at overcoming trauma? The person who accepts that it happened, recognizes their triggers, and has developed the necessary skills in the face of those things, or the person who chooses to begin anew? The problem is that whether we believe in starting fresh or not, the reality of the world around us and the psychological history within us will carry on regardless. What happens in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas, that would be absurd; it just adds another drop to the soup of our collected experiences.
The alcoholic who relapses after 10 years of sobriety is not starting from scratch, just as the Resolutioner at the gym is not a tabula rasa upon which a lifestyle of fitness can now be engraved. We shouldn’t live our lives denying the gradual evolution of our selves. We shouldn’t accept yearly incremental distinctions as any more valuable than our astrological signs. Make change by growing out of who you’ve always been, not because some doomed-to-fail tradition tells you it’s time.
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The person who may have the best shot would be the person that “accepts that it happened, recognizes their triggers, and has developed the necessary skills in the face of those things,” and then “chooses to begin anew”.
I think this is the real tipping point. You can view the world and understand that you have made choices and know their impacts but choose to do nothing. But when you make those thoughts known and then take the next step to actually change… then you grow.
I mean, “new year, same me” just does not have the same ring to it.
My point is that thinking of things in terms of “beginnings” at all is a flawed concept. Does the change begin with the thought or action? Which thought, “I wish my life could be different” or “I will do X in order to make this change”? If it’s action, then which action: buying the gym gear or going to the gym? There is no singular moment.
New Year, Same Me is just as flawed because it ignores that we are in constant flux. The point you are in at any moment is never the same as any previous one, but it’s wrong to call it “new” as well because it has been shaped by all those previous moments (much in the same way you wouldn’t call a car with 300K of mileage “new” simply because it has reached a milestone). The language we use is used because we like things neatly categorized and simple to define, but our language only functions pragmatically, and is by no means a reflection of the much more complex reality in which we live.
I for one would like to congratulate the planet and everyone on it for making it all the way around the sun yet again. Way to go.
It does seem like a greater and greater miracle each time that happens, for sure!