Once all the pages are torn out of your nifty little desk calendar, and the dust begins to settle in Times Square, the New Year creeps into our lives like an eerie morning fog. With our champagne hangovers and glitter in our hair, we approach January 1st as certain type of re-birth; and annual baptism, if you will.
Lists are made with new goals: a goal job, a goal weight. We raise the bar for ourselves because as each minute creeps by, we find ourselves reflecting on the days where we sat and let life just wash over us. Those days, gone like our lovers past. Hints of them left; the only constant being you.
Our annual re-birth is much like our initial experience; raw, violent. The past, screaming in the face of the new. And you, the creator, find the ability to mold the immediate future. There is no real sense of physical permanence, but a mental permanence is what drives us toward this renewal. We can convince ourselves that the person who runs faster is healthier, the person who loves more passionately is an improved person; the person we are meant to be.
Finding ourselves at the curtain call for the year is like looking at a hand you have just been dealt: completely random, and permanent. I realize it is how we play the hand is what’s important, but that initial shock is what takes your breath away. The realization that something is coming to a close, and something is starting once again. The reality about New Years is the perhaps disappointing amount of little change that happens when that clock hits midnight. There you are, standing staring at a clock as though you were a third grader in June; aching for summer. Midnight comes once a day, come thick or thin. And yet tonight? Tonight it is important.
Instant transformation is impossible to come by. Our ability to approach life from a gradual perspective teaches us both patience and value. It teaches us to be patient for the things we want for ourselves, as well as the value of what we have currently and want possibly. We should approach each day as though it was the New Year. That midnight no longer turns us into pumpkins, but rather turns us into a day closer to who we wish to be.
We are re-born; not as people, but as dreamers.
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