First Chapters

I got a book a few days ago that I've been looking forward to reading. Though I had much excitement towards the book I kept putting off starting it. It's tough to buckle down and get started. Tonight I decided I would no longer put it off. I've barely even read the first page and a half when I had to stop. A thought just came to me:

 First chapters. They're pretty important right? It seems like hold great importance. But what if they suck?

 I keep going back to the first chapter of my novel and rereading and rewriting. Nothing seems right, nothing seems good enough to be the first chapter. This whole idea has me really caught up-caught up like those vines in Harry Potter in which you keep struggling and the vines pull you in tighter and tangle you more. The only way to get out of them is to completely relax, or with sunlight. So maybe I just need to relax, because first chapters only seem important and my first chapter only seems unfillfilling to me.  I do ponder though, what could be my sunlight to this? 

The more I think about it the more I come to the conclusion that first chapters aren't crucial nor detrimental. They just matter in the sense of how the most common routines matter- they just set ground level for the rest of the day that can't be predicted. In all of my reading, I can only recall one book to which I actually remember the first chapter to, probably because it said "The clock struck thirteen." Which is a rather uncommon way to begin a book. 

 I appreciate first chapters more now than ever. Getting started is hard. I think people see that though, so they keep reading after the first chapter.