One of my external hard drives broke over the weekend. She was actually the first external I purchased about two years ago at something like $250 for a 320GB drive. I just purchased a new 500GB drive named Scylla. While all my music was safely transported from one drive to another, iTunes kept statistics over all my music and it’s all now reset. No loved tracks, no most played. Worse yet, all my playlists have been erased as well during the process of my music finding a new home.

I suppose I should view this in an optimistic fashion, what with my recent epiphanies and view this as a new start, a new 12minds of sorts. And, to be honest, I mostly do, but I read somewhere that every change is a death of sorts, and it makes sense…it is. Every change, every fresh start, by its very words, mean that something preceding the event, action, or moment has died and completed its task.

Can we all look at things like that? That’s life? Rather, with bigger issues than one losing their Running or their Sleeping mixes…how willing are we to accept change of any kind? How do we distinguish when to fight, when to accept, when to object, etc. My offhand thoughts are that this ties back in with the Rock and the Spark. At the end of the day, how easily can one distinguish? I guess one wonders, though, how easily should one be able to distinguish? How easy should it be to say: “This is over. This stage of my life is complete and I now move to this. It is neither better nor worse, but it is.” Be it breakups, the deaths of loved ones, leaving a job/school for something new, how easy should it be? Is that even the appropriate measure of importance? Part of me thinks that it shouldn’t be…not at all.

Ramble aside, I think my point was to lament the loss of my fabulous sleeping mix and my semi-rockin’ Running mix while also celebrating the cool 500GB toy I got (total memory available on my three External HDs? 1.3TBs. Yeah, that’s right…Terabytes).