Christmas has its appeal traced in a nostalgic longing for an ideal past.
The weather outside is frightful - our only recourse is to huddle by the fire.
So very near the darkest day of the year - reach for family and friends for comfort.
Modern consumer culture, which yearns for all things faster and cheaper, can only crawl at the speed of the automobile stuck in traffic, and only as cheap as a dollars per U.S. gallon of gasoline.
(U.S.gallon? Is there some other kind of gallon, I wonder?)
With each passing year, Christmas loses a little more of its magic.
Expectations, maybe, and then disappointment, disenchantment, and perhaps one day disallusionment.
I've never much cared for New Years Eve. It always seemed so hollow. Just another day, waiting, waiting, waiting - for what?
The clock strikes, and the 12:00:01 seems no diffrent from 11:59:59.
Maybe it is time to abandon Christmas, dressed in all the trappings of an idealistic past.
Perhaps it is time to embrace New Years.
In the past when the clock struck midnight, the cheers would go up, and mine, too, but ten seconds later I swallow the lump in my throat and experience a sense of dark forboding. A nihilistic urge would overcome me and I'd start to think that nothing ever changes, that the next year will only be more of the same.
New Years Day might as well be on any other day, at any other time; it did not matter.
Now?
I want to something to look forward to. I want optimism for once, optimism for a future of my own making.
Now?
The days will grow longer. Energy! Vitality! Looking forward to Spring.
Now?
It can only get better from this day on.
Maybe.
(Optimism may be a luxury,
but skepticism, that will always be my right.)
Some people think about other people
Some people think about things
Some people think about ideas
And some people, they just think too much.
The weather outside is frightful - our only recourse is to huddle by the fire.
So very near the darkest day of the year - reach for family and friends for comfort.
Modern consumer culture, which yearns for all things faster and cheaper, can only crawl at the speed of the automobile stuck in traffic, and only as cheap as a dollars per U.S. gallon of gasoline.
(U.S.gallon? Is there some other kind of gallon, I wonder?)
With each passing year, Christmas loses a little more of its magic.
Expectations, maybe, and then disappointment, disenchantment, and perhaps one day disallusionment.
I've never much cared for New Years Eve. It always seemed so hollow. Just another day, waiting, waiting, waiting - for what?
The clock strikes, and the 12:00:01 seems no diffrent from 11:59:59.
Maybe it is time to abandon Christmas, dressed in all the trappings of an idealistic past.
Perhaps it is time to embrace New Years.
In the past when the clock struck midnight, the cheers would go up, and mine, too, but ten seconds later I swallow the lump in my throat and experience a sense of dark forboding. A nihilistic urge would overcome me and I'd start to think that nothing ever changes, that the next year will only be more of the same.
New Years Day might as well be on any other day, at any other time; it did not matter.
Now?
I want to something to look forward to. I want optimism for once, optimism for a future of my own making.
Now?
The days will grow longer. Energy! Vitality! Looking forward to Spring.
Now?
It can only get better from this day on.
Maybe.
(Optimism may be a luxury,
but skepticism, that will always be my right.)
Some people think about other people
Some people think about things
Some people think about ideas
And some people, they just think too much.
autumnfade:
Hey thanks man, 12-16 -06 a red ballon was on my profile I thought " what the hell is that?" and " hmm did I write something wrong?" as I looked around the site others had the same ballon on their photo too, then it hit me -dah " birthday ballon" just like yours did, HaHaHa 
take care Sailordrunk-peace
take care Sailordrunk-peace