Almost as if on cue, my Nike running app, that I had accumulated almost 600 miles worth of jogging on…has been reset.
A near paradox. I restored my iPhone to factory settings to ‘refresh’ the mp3-player portion of the software, which had become corrupted…so that I might have music with which to soundtrack my runs.
So of course, of course in the process, my running data was deleted. This is upsetting – my milestones!
This is also not upsetting. Blank slate, right? Starting over after close to two years of logging miles means I get to begin again, but with two years’ worth of improvements on my times & averages.
Nothing is permanent; nothing is forever. “Cloud”-based tech may actually be changing that, but that’s a separate can of worms…I bet if I tried hard enough, I could recover my app data; I think I will choose not to, though.
The point is, it is fine and natural for existence and non-existence to do their cyclical dance under the stars. Applications include: scaled as grand as our own mortality; scaled as inconsequentially as smartphone software. Tibetan monks understand this well, and demonstrate the process through the meditative art of mandala sand painting. After spending two weeks tirelessly etching millions of grains of sand into an intricate representation of the universe…the monks dismantle the entire piece by sweeping it into a vessel and tossing every last grain into the ocean.
Life goes on. One day at a time; one grain at a time.