Happy New Year
like so many key days over the past few months, I can't help but compare how different this exact moment is from it's counterpart last year. If I think on it too much I could get depressed. I could mope. I could regret so many things, and talk about what I would do different if I got another chance/could do it over.
But what would that do? What point could I possibly make? I can't change the past, and dwelling on it will only hurt my future.
There's so much I don't understand, that I want answers to.
But it's a new year.
Technically, today is not really much diferent than yesterday. The next day in the same season. The notion of seperate years on a calender is an abstract creation of our own.
But screw that, it's a new year. The Windshield is bigger that the rear-view for a reason, and all that.
The unknown can be scary, but exciting. Embrace it.
To anyone still listening, I love you, and happy New Year.
~Jon
But what would that do? What point could I possibly make? I can't change the past, and dwelling on it will only hurt my future.
There's so much I don't understand, that I want answers to.
But it's a new year.
Technically, today is not really much diferent than yesterday. The next day in the same season. The notion of seperate years on a calender is an abstract creation of our own.
But screw that, it's a new year. The Windshield is bigger that the rear-view for a reason, and all that.
The unknown can be scary, but exciting. Embrace it.
To anyone still listening, I love you, and happy New Year.
~Jon