The olds...
I don't like holidays anymore. No, wait: I can't stand holidays anymore. I like life... real life, that is. And I like celebrating that life, but I can't stand how such celebration has been morphed into multiple red-letter excuses to indulge. And also, holidays now signify painful change to me. My main associations with holidays have to do with loss and confusion. So yeah, all that to say: Merry Christmas. No, not Merry Christmas; instead, Merry Living. Enjoy Christ, his birth, his life, and his redemptive power every day (not just in this season); and be loving to people every day - peacable, compassionate, generous, and long-suffering.
Do I think it's stupid to celebrate holidays? Not at all. I've always loved them, myself. But lately, the celebration has been a bitter taste for me. So I guess unless something changes in the next couple of weeks, this should be a really interesting Christmas.
Also, it doesn't help that a part of me is so distant (physically and figuratively) right now that I can't even remember what it looks like at times. I didn't think it would be this hard for this long.
Do I think it's stupid to celebrate holidays? Not at all. I've always loved them, myself. But lately, the celebration has been a bitter taste for me. So I guess unless something changes in the next couple of weeks, this should be a really interesting Christmas.
Also, it doesn't help that a part of me is so distant (physically and figuratively) right now that I can't even remember what it looks like at times. I didn't think it would be this hard for this long.