I love the holidays.
It brings out the best in people.
Christmas comes and for a short time, people more or less get along. The world’s not perfect by any means, but unless you’re soul is dead, you can feel a hint of goodwill in the air, perhaps a smile on the faces of strangers.
New Years brings promises of fresh beginnings. A benchmark for a new start. Suddenly gym memberships increase, cigarette sales decrease, our cup is half-full, and the whole world has an excuse to party…
if only for a while.
For me, The New Year comes at an interesting time. I see land but i’m still in deep waters. I can almost taste the spoils, but danger’s abound.
There are sharks and there are currents, but what is most dangerous is my own weakness. I want to give up. It would be so easy to sink.
But I will swim. I will put my head down, and I will go. Even though I sometimes I swim forward, and move backwards.
As I look out at the new year ahead I see the promise of land that has been elusive for so long. But I hear the siren’s song. They offer the sweetness of stolen water, and I can’t help but be enticed, knowing full well the price.
I feel like i’m at a very similar place that I was one year ago when I began posting my thoughts. But something tells me next year will be much, much different…
one way or another.