I'm not sure what wearies me more: that there are still 2.5 months this year for us to muck up, or that we have so much decade left to fumble, too.
There *are* good things in life.
And we treat life far too carelessly.
This Thanksgiving, I'm thankful I was in a position to *try* to help others this year. And I'm thankful for all of you, who help in so many ways.
And...
I'm thankful to still be here, I suppose--that I may try and try again.
May you never forget the gift of your presence too.
@MLClark I hear you loud and clear.
Our marking of time is purely arbitrary. There is no "New Year's Day"…no "decade." — just a continuum of the flow.
I first realised this one night when I stayed up as a young child past midnight and I saw nothing had changed from the second before 12:00 am.
Elementary observation, I know—but as an adult it caused me to closely examine the ramifications of putting importance on things like "New Year's resolutions"—which always seem to fail.
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I agree. These are all arbitrary human constructs, used to craft simple (and also somehow often deeply divisive) vocabularies of meaning during our brief time as conscious witnesses to the cosmos. Cheers.