The structure of the year is a beautiful thing if you choose to look at it in that way. The fact that gym memberships skyrocket each year the day after new years, the yearly sass-fest of extroverted singles around February 14th, the targeted advertising of corporations toward their subjects is remarkably repetitive. The thing about repetitive trends in the year suggests one of two possibilities (or maybe both): Either the world is crazy and is trying the same thing over and over again hoping for a different result, or all of their repetitive actions are working!
The essential subject of this post is that of continuity. The years have continuity because of their consistency. Major changes happen each year, but we take comfort in what doesn't. As I'm applying to post-graduate schooling, finding little events that I know will still occur one year from now, at a time which I cannot predict with even a tad of accuracy, is a deep source of security.
Whether it is 75 degrees outside, or a wet and steamy Seattle morning, a baseball will fly in the same way. If thrown overhand with seams perpendicular to fingers, and released at approximately 80 miles per hour, the seams will whistle in the air and fight the motion of the ball. It will zip straight. The angles that the sun creates from bats and batters, and the inconsistent bounces of ball on dirt, act as physics mocking in irony the consistency of the game. Each year, the same field is occupied by those who love the beauty of consistency, and the same comfort will come to those who love beautiful motion as came to me when I went out to watch the world of motion dance as a child.
I can't possibly predict what I will be doing with my days in a few months, but baseball will be played and it will be beautiful.
Happy Spring Training!
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