Always leaving. Always en route. Always arriving.

Those are the three major ways it seems we can see ourselves. Or, not *the* but rather a monad foundation for a particular perspective I enjoy using. I’ve writen about these in my little notebooks, but never on this blog.

[leaving] We can be always leaving the past behind, looking retrospectively at our entirety. We learn a lot this way, every experience is a lesson in living. The possibilities are laid out and what-if games rule the day. Yet those lessons are largely lost. If we live in the past, when will we reap the benefits of all those experiences? That’s the drawback. We won’t. You can never do something about what you don’t see coming. If we are always leaving, we are victims of the future.

[en route] Or we can be always in the now. Life is some amazing journey that is sweeping us along. Everything is fleeting and impermenent. At the same time, history is imaginary and the future will come when it comes. The current moment is all that exists and we should live it to the fullest. If we are en route, we are victims of the future.

[arriving] Here everything is always new. The world is an exciting place that carries with it a staggering sense of awe and majesty. Unfortunately, the past has no weight except that it is gone. If we are always arriving, we are victims of the future.

Perhaps you noticed. The singular use of any of these perspectives is of no direct use. All of them have the property of blinding us to taking control of our own life and making something of what we know. That is why they are all part of the same monadic set. This means that they all have to work together. I am always leaving/en route/arriving essentially. It’s a little odd, partially because it instates a liminal state always while also claiming to have a fixed position. (Odd. I’m reminded of Zeno’s paradox in some way as I go over this. That and some three faced Hindu god waving goodbye, hello, and holding a walking stick at the same time.)