Here it is
The year has come to pass
Anniversaries are tricky – they bring a nostalgic reminiscence with it
A longing to be doing/seeing/loving/feeling something else
It doesn’t always feel.. here and now.. present
Between Christmas and New Years, it’s kind of like purgatory
Movies, hibernation, leftovers, some exercise, the usual suspects, quiet streets
Life goes on pause until next week.
“See you in the next year,” we say with a chuckle.
Pretty incredible to believe
And yet, completely man-made
Time? Measured by us.
Today could totally be ‘just another day,’ but it’s not.
It’s encapsulated, enshrined, pedestaled
Until it’s not
When it’s forgotten, taken for granted and ignored
Here we go turning the page of life
How about making it a more significant act on a regular basis?