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i guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower
makes you talk a little lower
boom has a point, and i am not certain i wanted to slam last night's ball drop the way i did, and continue to do so. but, i can't help feeling that, in some way, the idea of a "new year" has always been a little deceiving.
i know too many people who look too far ahead. i swim through "i wish this [day/week/month/year] was over" comments on a daily basis, and they make me so sad, i want to wrap complete strangers up in warm blankets and feed them sugar cookies and hot cocoa.
and then, along comes december 31st, and everyone jumps at the chance to hope, to make the commitment to try for something more. i guess i just always thought it was unfair... i'm trying to live my life this way, you see? i'm praying everyone i know and love lives their lives this way. i want every single person in this world to wake up each morning and think: today is a brand-new day; what am i going to do with it?
it's become too easy to pack up yesterday and store it in some cobwebbed corner of the attic, too easy to wish that a whole year can be happy, better than the last one. i don't want anybody to pin their hopes so neatly to one special day. i want everyone to tack a new hope to everyday.
does that make any sort of sense? does it matter? i could be taking this holiday too seriously, you know. after all, didn't my voice dance with the rest, "...three, two, one…happy new year!" and didn't i make as loud a racket with my neon purple party favor? didn't i sing auld lang syne and sip on (yes, cheap) champagne between hugs and kisses and thunderclap-loud firecrackers?
i have to learn to write fives instead of fours now, but nothing else has changed. i woke up this morning and was thankful i did so, thankful for another day to do and see, to live. i still wish it could happen for everyone at the start of everyday, but maybe a time, even if only a few hours one night, that that feeling, that joy in the prospect of our unlimited possibilities, becomes universal is worth celebrating.
maybe the numbers are irrelevant.
maybe that big, big hope makes a new year.
it's been a long december and there's reason to believe
maybe this year will be better that the last
i can't remember all the times i tried to tell myself
to hold on to these moments as they pass
makes you talk a little lower
boom has a point, and i am not certain i wanted to slam last night's ball drop the way i did, and continue to do so. but, i can't help feeling that, in some way, the idea of a "new year" has always been a little deceiving.
i know too many people who look too far ahead. i swim through "i wish this [day/week/month/year] was over" comments on a daily basis, and they make me so sad, i want to wrap complete strangers up in warm blankets and feed them sugar cookies and hot cocoa.
and then, along comes december 31st, and everyone jumps at the chance to hope, to make the commitment to try for something more. i guess i just always thought it was unfair... i'm trying to live my life this way, you see? i'm praying everyone i know and love lives their lives this way. i want every single person in this world to wake up each morning and think: today is a brand-new day; what am i going to do with it?
it's become too easy to pack up yesterday and store it in some cobwebbed corner of the attic, too easy to wish that a whole year can be happy, better than the last one. i don't want anybody to pin their hopes so neatly to one special day. i want everyone to tack a new hope to everyday.
does that make any sort of sense? does it matter? i could be taking this holiday too seriously, you know. after all, didn't my voice dance with the rest, "...three, two, one…happy new year!" and didn't i make as loud a racket with my neon purple party favor? didn't i sing auld lang syne and sip on (yes, cheap) champagne between hugs and kisses and thunderclap-loud firecrackers?
i have to learn to write fives instead of fours now, but nothing else has changed. i woke up this morning and was thankful i did so, thankful for another day to do and see, to live. i still wish it could happen for everyone at the start of everyday, but maybe a time, even if only a few hours one night, that that feeling, that joy in the prospect of our unlimited possibilities, becomes universal is worth celebrating.
maybe the numbers are irrelevant.
maybe that big, big hope makes a new year.
it's been a long december and there's reason to believe
maybe this year will be better that the last
i can't remember all the times i tried to tell myself
to hold on to these moments as they pass