New Year
The New Year approaches. I suppose it is the tradition of some to resolve to change in the coming year.
I wonder how strong the will of those people are to see it through?
New Years...
I think the thing I remember about New Years is how quiet it was that one year. Normally it would be noisy, the maids celebrating and everyone laughing and lighting sparklers.
But one year we had a huge snow storm, and the whole household, the whole family even, we watched the huge flakes pile up.
I was seven, and I had bundled up to go play in it. By then it was up to my thighs and nothing should have been more delightful. But I was only twenty feet from the house when I stopped. It felt strange, disrupting the pristine silence, as if I were stumbling clumsily into a party that I was not invited. Rather I looked up and the way the lantern lights hit the snow, it felt as though I were falling through stars into inky black skies.
It was in that moment I felt strangely cut off from the world. As if I were apart from everything, some strangely shaped piece of a puzzle that didn't quite fit anywhere.
It seems nothing has changed here. I've come to a different world but I'm still the same person I was a year ago. The same person I was ten years ago.
Now seems a good time to resolve to change. Though some things are easier said than done...
I wonder how strong the will of those people are to see it through?
New Years...
I think the thing I remember about New Years is how quiet it was that one year. Normally it would be noisy, the maids celebrating and everyone laughing and lighting sparklers.
But one year we had a huge snow storm, and the whole household, the whole family even, we watched the huge flakes pile up.
I was seven, and I had bundled up to go play in it. By then it was up to my thighs and nothing should have been more delightful. But I was only twenty feet from the house when I stopped. It felt strange, disrupting the pristine silence, as if I were stumbling clumsily into a party that I was not invited. Rather I looked up and the way the lantern lights hit the snow, it felt as though I were falling through stars into inky black skies.
It was in that moment I felt strangely cut off from the world. As if I were apart from everything, some strangely shaped piece of a puzzle that didn't quite fit anywhere.
It seems nothing has changed here. I've come to a different world but I'm still the same person I was a year ago. The same person I was ten years ago.
Now seems a good time to resolve to change. Though some things are easier said than done...