A Year In My Rearview Mirror
I hope everyone was with someone they love last night, whether it was family, friends or a significant other. I hope everyone was cheerful and safe. Here's to a new year and a new begining.
I never really typed up a year in review blog. I filled out a bulletin but... that's not exactly the same. To be completely honest, I've always tried to keep myself out of my own past until the moment it catches up with me, if it must. Yet, something tells me that i want to look back at this year, something tells me that this year is going to be hard to put down. Usually, I treat past memories from years like an h'or dourve platter, the year being the platter, selecting only the finest, most delectable pieces of cracker and caviar, placing them under my tongue, savoring as much as possible then ignoring everything else on the tray. This year is different. This year is like a main course. Every bit of parsley, every clove of garlci, every molecule of seasonings, every sliver of the steak, every drop of sauce collectively creates a fantastic meal... a fantastic memory. To me, this past year is one memory. However, most memories lack complexity. We may think back to a time when we were a child and we remember that time we got that perfect christmass gift, that one thing we begged for, that last present that was opened that was exactly what we wanted. That is a happy memory. Maybe we'll think of that time we fell off our bike after taking of the training wheels for the first time and we skinned our knee, remembering the feeling of the wound being lit on fire after the first dab of peroxide. That is a sad memory. No... on the contrary, this year's memories, both the bad and the good, seem to intertwine with each other where the ending of one is actually the begining of a new one, or there are interlocking memories that rely on one another to be told and recollected completely.
Over time the memories fade. Right now, the past year is fresh in each of our minds. We can easily recall the kisses and the heartaches. To this I say, don't worry you will soon forget. Or rather, don't worry, you will never forget. Which ever you prefer, worry not for both are true.
I don't think I will go through the select few memories I would like to recall at the moment and if you've read this far then you know that I will not do so for the obvious stated reason. Suffice it to say, I will never forget.
In closing, I pose a challenge to all that read this. This is the 13th hour, of the first day of the year 2006. From this moment I challenge you all to do something you have never done before. Do not allow your life to become a collection of memories. Don't let yourself select the memories you choose to remember. In selecting our memories, at times we weed out the memories we require to grow, the ones from which we learn our most valuable memories, making all of our other memories superficial. Instead of just having a memory of that one special gift opened christmas morning, think of how you felt the second you opened it and could tell what it was. Recall, your life before the gift. Ask yourself, "How have the gifts of my life changed me?" In essence, what I am asking is to please allow your life to be a memory so that second before you die, the time where you must reflect back on all you've accomplished, and all that you haven't, the process of doing so will be much easier much more rewarding, your last gift before you leave us all.
I never really typed up a year in review blog. I filled out a bulletin but... that's not exactly the same. To be completely honest, I've always tried to keep myself out of my own past until the moment it catches up with me, if it must. Yet, something tells me that i want to look back at this year, something tells me that this year is going to be hard to put down. Usually, I treat past memories from years like an h'or dourve platter, the year being the platter, selecting only the finest, most delectable pieces of cracker and caviar, placing them under my tongue, savoring as much as possible then ignoring everything else on the tray. This year is different. This year is like a main course. Every bit of parsley, every clove of garlci, every molecule of seasonings, every sliver of the steak, every drop of sauce collectively creates a fantastic meal... a fantastic memory. To me, this past year is one memory. However, most memories lack complexity. We may think back to a time when we were a child and we remember that time we got that perfect christmass gift, that one thing we begged for, that last present that was opened that was exactly what we wanted. That is a happy memory. Maybe we'll think of that time we fell off our bike after taking of the training wheels for the first time and we skinned our knee, remembering the feeling of the wound being lit on fire after the first dab of peroxide. That is a sad memory. No... on the contrary, this year's memories, both the bad and the good, seem to intertwine with each other where the ending of one is actually the begining of a new one, or there are interlocking memories that rely on one another to be told and recollected completely.
Over time the memories fade. Right now, the past year is fresh in each of our minds. We can easily recall the kisses and the heartaches. To this I say, don't worry you will soon forget. Or rather, don't worry, you will never forget. Which ever you prefer, worry not for both are true.
I don't think I will go through the select few memories I would like to recall at the moment and if you've read this far then you know that I will not do so for the obvious stated reason. Suffice it to say, I will never forget.
In closing, I pose a challenge to all that read this. This is the 13th hour, of the first day of the year 2006. From this moment I challenge you all to do something you have never done before. Do not allow your life to become a collection of memories. Don't let yourself select the memories you choose to remember. In selecting our memories, at times we weed out the memories we require to grow, the ones from which we learn our most valuable memories, making all of our other memories superficial. Instead of just having a memory of that one special gift opened christmas morning, think of how you felt the second you opened it and could tell what it was. Recall, your life before the gift. Ask yourself, "How have the gifts of my life changed me?" In essence, what I am asking is to please allow your life to be a memory so that second before you die, the time where you must reflect back on all you've accomplished, and all that you haven't, the process of doing so will be much easier much more rewarding, your last gift before you leave us all.