Martijn Petrus' Diary

2013-04-26

Spring No.24

I have always thought of spring as the start of a new year, not winter. Perhaps that is because nature decided that spring is the best time to start new life.

My own life also started in spring once. On April 21, 1989. And every time, since a couple of springs ago, I wonder if this is going to be it. The year that will change my life. Me. Us. But I have never been fully satisfied with the answer when looking back at it.

Maybe that’s because every year starts where it ended a second before. There is no new start, we just continue. Just like days never end. We just move away from the sun to return to it a few hours later. Time never stops. It’s not a new day, with a new sun, or a new sky. There is no new me, or you. We just go on living with the knowledge of what we did, thought and felt in the past. Without being able to erase it.

So why do I feel so new when the warmth of the sun finally reaches my skin for the first time since those dark and cold days from before?

To be honest, I really don’t give a damn. Every year, I feel like my life is only starting.

So maybe, just maybe, there is something about time that we don’t understand. And I’m fine with that. Because every year, it feels like it never did before.

2013-04-04

Boots on.

2013-04-03

Zandvoort.

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Zandvoort.

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Zandvoort.

2013-03-19

Lars - Archive 2012

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