Every year begins on day one, January 1st to be exact. Each society marks it with some kind of celebration, cultural custom and we vow to begin anew. I like this idea even if my society has made this much like a bad 30 second pop music video to be forgotten once something sneezes and gains their microscopic attention. This is a gross generalization, as all generalizations are, with some blade of truth surrounded by the crap that I elude to in the first place.
What must that first day have looked like? Time itself being such an assumed and confusing concept. I've occasionally try and grasp the primordial ooze, big bang theory, but surely before that meteor (if you believe it, maybe you like some other story) things were existing and time existed and when all did it begin? How did it begin? My little cerebrum barely able to process smaller complex concepts. I shake my head like an etch-o-sketch and clear it.
I didn't make any new years resolutions and hardly "celebrated", save to spend the waning hours of 2006 with good friends in a Brooklyn apartment with rice pudding, chocolate cake (home made, yeah baby) funny stories, and a quiet and warm love; one of the ways I do love to spend my time. We raised tiny glasses of champagne and counted down our own last 10 seconds and then one irreverent friend quietly sang 'Auld Lang Syne', (interestingly enough a song whose roots lay in a Scottish song written in 1796). While she is know for her bartending skills and fantastic delivery of dry and sharp wit and forwarding the best online nonsense - singing is not something any one of us expected from her. While she shy'd a little, she did recite all the lyrics for us; we were none surprised. Is was the small evolving moments like this that made those last few hours and the first few of 2007 worth smiling over.
I fell asleep not long after driving some fellow party-goers back to their brooklyn abodes and tossing myself in my beloved bed. I was thinking about this delineation, the this year and that year, how some use it as a demarcation to reset, refresh, start anew. However we may have slaughtered this idea by smearing it all over the t.v., radio, other media ad nauseum, it is the kernel, the seed that I love. The idea that people believe that in some place, they could do more that aspire to be and live how they want to be/live. They can too and I hope more of them succeed in realizing this, then living it. I think the world would be a better place if they did.
As for me, I am happily letting go of socialized habits and recreating my life into the shape that fits me, as I fit into everything else. I laugh when I think of how concrete my life used to be, definitions, declaratives, my comfort zone protecting me from...from what? lol. So I stretch, and create, and learn, and love, and sing, and dance, and laugh alot. And if that sounds a little too hippie, touchy-feely, etc - get over it ya buggers.
peace out
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