I wish I could say that I actually kept up with this blog and made 365 posts.
But life got in the way.
The very thing that this blog was created to document was the reason for its demise.
I learned a lot from this blog.
Life is precious.
Every second of every day should be savored like a fine wine.
Unfortunately, this precious elixir doesn’t allow itself to be enjoyed.
Instead, we find ourselves on a drunken rampage taking every moment for granted.
Every day dwindles by.
A lot has happened this year.
But it doesn’t feel like it.
Days felt like hours.
Hours felt like minutes.
Minutes felt like seconds.
And seconds just didn’t exist.
We try to hold on to the people we love and the things that bring us joy.
But eventually we deteriorate.
Just like the seconds.
Our “precious” things don’t matter if we aren’t there to enjoy them.
They don’t exist either.
We try to keep ourselves numb to this fact.
But eventually we are forced to accept it.
With death comes rebirth.
And the cycle continues.
We once again try to hold on to anything we can find.
Hoping that we will find the person or thing that will ground us.
And put an end to these breathless seconds.
But we can’t.
This is the human struggle.
We are unable to breathe.
We are crushed by the weight of every life we’ve ever lived.
And we do it over and over again hoping that each time will be different.
But it will always be the same.
Until we find truth.
A truth that we will never know.
So here is to a New Year.
We can try and convince ourselves that happiness will come to us.
But in the end.
Only The things we’ve done.
And the people we’ve touched.
Take a breath for every breathless second.
And make something beautiful.
“A city worth creating for
Each little winner’s loss
All the people said:
You’d be better off to go
And do what you want
Than say you did what you could
So now you gotta go
Get out there on the move
This is why we’ll start again
And this is how we’ll get there
And when you think you want to look back
To see if I’m coming too
Just remember this story’s twist:
You’d prefer to risk it.”
-Tabula Rasa By: Forget Cassettes.