Blogmas 2020 Day Fourteen: Noël

For the better part of the year, most days were dead reality. They came in each day with no itinerary, or an upshot. We really put the motion, in going through the motions; so much so, just an old song was enough on days to unnerve. There are a lot of people, who lost a thing or a person too many this year.
Jobs, family, friends, projects, hopes, dreams...
A lot of things, for a lot of us died this year. As one of the smarter species, we're quite brainlessly assaying to depart to better things, only because we couldn't hold on to a good thing. That's a folly. No one ever found anything better by leaving a good thing behind. You find a good thing, feel lucky for having so, and work to the bone at making it better. And, this is an underlying issue with most of us - assuming we'll find a better thing, because we have gotten used to having everything facilely. And, even more of us have forgotten that struggle is what makes that good thing far superior, because you know you've earned it.

So, I'm here, raising a glass, to everything all of us have lost at some point in life.
A raised glass, not to hitting the trail, but to accede everything good that we had, which is now dead.
A glass, in the spirit of letting all that hurts us, faintly die.
Look at yourself. Look at your life. And, look hard. You are, unequivocally, carrying a dead weight.
You have somethings that are taking up dead space. Torn books, failed projects, bad days, toxic relationships, empty promises, recycled dreams - let it die in peace, or else it'll die within you.
And, you're not a graveyard, you're a creator. So, act like it.

More tomorrow. Until then.

Artist: Sasha

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,
A.