Beginnings

This is the beginning. Beginning of what I do not yet know. Only afterwards are things labeled, so now I am just nothing but a beginning. I am possibly reckless, maybe too cautious. That, too, is hard to say. When I know, it may be too late.

Forgive me for my uncertainty. I am not even sure where things started. Maybe I am not really a beginning, but just have a bad memory. I feel as if I was just born. I am looking around at my surroundings and nothing seems familiar. It is as if life itself started right here. Where should I go? My next step may be my last. Who can tell?

If this ends well, I have fate to thank. My journey will go where it will, like a river that flows to the sea. Life follows a similar path, as does a good story. It should seem as if the tale fell into being suddenly, but has been around forever. It is rough being a beginning. You have no act to follow and nothing to compare yourself too. How did God do it? How wonderful it is to see what can become of nothing if only you just believe.  

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

These words about beginning are well-written and thoughtful. When I was young, there were so many beginnings to deal with--some frightening and some exciting. "How did God do it?"--now, that's a real beginning.

[Janice L.]

Thank you for your thoughts. Writers deal with many beginnings and not all of them are good. Life, however it starts, is a beginning that cannot be beaten.