Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
The holidays are such an odd time of year.
Every year they just get progressively more and more bittersweet for me. It feels like I'm constantly being confronted by how precious each and every one of these moments are. The traditions I've been a part of every year for as long as I can remember might be seeing their last legs. And that has to be ok. Change is the natural state of things.
You look in the mirror and attempt to evaluate everything you have inside you, everything you aspire to affect, and hopefully at the end of the day, that which you see before you is enough to let you sleep soundly.
So many joys and pains behind me, and so much hope for those before me. I'm simultaneously warmed by their presence and frightened by their possibilities. However, regardless of how the pieces fall, I maintain the faith that some universal reason motivates that which comes to pass. Here's hoping.
Every year they just get progressively more and more bittersweet for me. It feels like I'm constantly being confronted by how precious each and every one of these moments are. The traditions I've been a part of every year for as long as I can remember might be seeing their last legs. And that has to be ok. Change is the natural state of things.
You look in the mirror and attempt to evaluate everything you have inside you, everything you aspire to affect, and hopefully at the end of the day, that which you see before you is enough to let you sleep soundly.
So many joys and pains behind me, and so much hope for those before me. I'm simultaneously warmed by their presence and frightened by their possibilities. However, regardless of how the pieces fall, I maintain the faith that some universal reason motivates that which comes to pass. Here's hoping.