New Year is at hand. Another year is gonna be wrapping up, and a new one is up and coming. My visualization of it is that 2015's like a big sheet of whatever, wool or something, and it's slowly rolling itself to be stashed to Past. And that 2016 is, I don't know, what I can imagine is yellow lights blinking, maybe the imagery of a blur.
Sometimes it surprises me that things can be so quick. It is fascinating to realize that things... just end. And new ones happen, inevitably. Like you have no choice but to keep on moving forward. If you keep yourself still and momentary, you'll be left behind. It's just that weird realization that time is never yours, it runs. It is a slave of nobody. And though it won't glance back at you if you do it all insanely or irresponsibly, it doesn't even care if you do things right on the dot.
And relative to that is the conclusion that life just happens. With or without your cooperation. Whether you're immobile or you're always on the go. It's your choice to make the most out of it, while at the same time, not trying to get ahead of it (because you never can, no one can).
Time. Life. How absurd do lovely things become apart from proper stewardship, don't they?
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