Clarity is a murky thing

Serendipity is a funny thing. In that, it happens. Over and over. Just when you need it. Just when you’re looking for it, in the least.

I am in the middle of a book, “The Sense of an Ending”, by Julian Barnes. Too distracted and saddened by the events of the past week, I do not wish to immerse myself in the happenings of fictionalized worlds of books. My head swims in the many questions related to events around me, to pay head to those Barnes raises, even if most eloquently.

I pick up the book again, and what I read stops me in my tracks. The protagonist talks about history. And although his context is a little different, I apply it to mine.

“The history that happens underneath our noses ought to be the clearest and yet it is the most deliquescent.”

It truly is, isn’t it? It flows away from us before we can make sense of it, and yet it is our history, in our time. It belongs to us, and as Barnes points out, it ought to be the clearest.  

But it isn’t. Maybe it will be to those who look at it in the future. Which is probably why Barnes talks about past history, “Perhaps I just feel safer with the history that has more or less been agreed upon”

And while our history in our present may not be the clearest, it is ours and we will have to own it. And it is ours, to help remind us that only we can shape it.

Thank you, Julian Barnes.