I decided to cut my hair for the end of one part of my life and the beginning of a new one. All the important players throughout my years were going to be present for a commemoration ceremony, which was to celebrate the inhalation of new days, an era rejuvenated by the past, yet ignorant of the future, and fully overwhelmed by the body of the present.
My new haircut worried and plagued the minds of several who were close to me, one in particular who asked me how long it would take my hair to grow out to the length it was before. The haircut was nothing of major consequence by my estimation, except that it was about 4 or 5 centimeters long. The simple, yet monumental and noticeable, difference caught attention and created snippets of conversation.
I had nothing to add to the reactions of others, only that the cutting of hair seemed essential for moving into the depths of my mysterious future.


