I find myself frequently yearning for a fresh start. A time where my past doesn’t exist, or is at least forgotten. Where my errors, and old perspectives are inconsequential and only my present experience and future outlook matters.

I delete old blog posts, text messages, emails, internet history, and music, all out of a desire to create my own existential ‘newness’. To take myself back to a place of innocence, a place I can ‘start over’ again.

The feeling I am trying to capture is almost similar to what happens when you move far away from your home. No one knows you. Your history, your mistakes. You can create something new. A new identity. And you can make it whatever you want. The difference is that I desire that feeling with the people closest to me.

And that’s where I’ve been wrong.