“I understand something about love. It’s not pink. It’s different reds bleeding into each other”
– Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon
I am hooked to this book. It is a painting of words. Caught the flowers at work – anyone know what they are called?
We cannot really measure time. We cannot feel it. Yet, we celebrate the passage of time in full splendour. At the moment, one out of five article is telling me how I should revamp my new year – be it for food, travel, books, movies, career, life etc. Rummaging deep within my heart, I too wrote about making peace and climb my way out of the hell hole last year shoved me into.
Because, let’s face it. 2014 was really bad for too many people. I could almost hear those sighs of relief in the wind and see the optimistic wings sewn for the new year.
But so far in 2015, I had to pay the same bills and put on the same clothes to make my way across the same path to catch the same bus to go the same place of work. The sun and the stars, the crappy traffic, the smelly guy in the bus and the taste of my lasagna stand the same. How’s 2015 any different?
In a mindless rant, I came up with a ridiculous theory as to why I cannot expect anything new or better just because the year changed – as labelling time is just a human invention. So, what if the thought that humanity needs a time keeping device had struck those wise people a few months earlier or later than it actually did. Maybe then, this bracket of days we call January would have been the coming July. To explain it better –
Let’s assume the human decided to start the calendar on January xx1. What if this decision had come a few months earlier? So the original June xx0 would have then been new January xx1 – all because this thought bloomed a little early. And that means present day January is already June 2015 – so we would be six months into the New Year and it would still be as crappy.
Sorry if it does not make sense. My heartfelt gratitude (and apologies) if someone did manage to follow my thought process, however ludicrous.
But during a quiet moment as my frustration subsided, I realized something. It was not about the turn of calendar. It was about the change in our perspective driven by the turn which is making THE big difference to bring in the calls of optimism and hope. Yes, it is all happening only our heads and is intangible beyond words. But I had to raise my glass to its tremendous power. Because at this moment, I am holding on to that very baseless optimism that is keeping me afloat.
This weird rant has been brought to you by Just Jot It January! This is my thirteenth jot but the first one I am posting.
Great Minds Think Alike…
… “When all think alike, no one thinks very much.” – Walter Lippmann
A philosophy I have lived with since I was ten. My first link up with Linda’s One Liner Wednesday and my first post of 2015. A very happy 2015! 🙂