Language. The inheritance of legacy, adopted, history-riddled. It carries baggage, flaw, narrative, evolution. It’s the fabric of human interaction. But I feel like I don’t have my own. I’m always searching for the right words, the right metaphors, the sentences that correctly describe the right thought. Even the word “correctly” is a compromise. The idea is somewhere between cogent and accurate.
2017, what a shit show! Crypto explosion, bonafide relationships, getting off meds... it’s been a ride for sure. I met old friends that I hadn’t seen for years, almost broke up a few times, even made new friends that I could see myself knowing for life.
I’m definitely not where I wanna be, but somehow - in some kind of way - I’m closer. Aren’t we all though? Even if we’ve taken a few steps back. Even when we’ve gone backwards (and even gotten it backwards) a few times, steps are still steps, and steps taken. No matter how immobile we might feel, we keep moving.
And this spin won’t stop in 2018. It won’t all add up a year from now. But a year from now, we’ll still look back, to a solar 365.25-day time period and think, “Well, shit. That was a year. I sort of tried this year, and maybe this coming year I could try more - be more, give more, love more. And on and on we’ll experience this spin called life. Looking for meaning, for beliefs, for some kind of state - perhaps one of rest, one of comfort, or maybe of cliffing heights.
Hello, new year. I hope you do well. I hope you and I can work together to bring about something special, something unforeseen. I hope than even when your plans get ruined, you somehow find a way to get up and leap out into the unknown again. I hope you don’t figure it all out but instead find new questions. I hope you’re remembered, thought back on, reminisced... I hope you’re the start of the best to come.