Tragedy Strikes: This morning, stepping out of the shower, I made the most ghastly discovery: I left my hair gel in New Orleans. The humanity! I might as well have left, say, my soul.
Tragedy Averted: After sitting under a cold shower for nearly two hours, trying to reconcile God's omnibenevolence with His omniscience, my Grandma was able to extract me with some hair treatment she had located. Ahh, the sirens returned! How could I resist the soft melodies ringing against the tender morning, promising firm hold for 12 hours?
Alas, not the best way to start this day otherwise known as New Years Eve, an occurance I simply can't wrap my head around. The meaning we attach to adjectives is puzzling. For example: surround sound is infinitely better than sound, regardless of what we hear. (Of course even the quietest of whispers can thunderously reverberate if they are merely the right words!)
Another curious example is New Year, for here we’ve taken a day like all others (after all the sun traces the same old Western path and the stars blankly offer the same old loneliness they’ve been promising for billions of years) and transmogrified it into a great symbol. Tempting symbols, admittedly; ones of freshness, recovery, aspiration.
But that last second of that last day of that particular year, which is soon to be clenched by the hungry, insatiable jaws of time is the same second that’s been holding things together for the past, say, 15 billion years (conservative estimate). That perpetual instant is far from ephemeral; it’s an eternal thread, assiduously weaving its way through time, while human affairs play themselves out. (Or as the Fates continue to cut, thread, and lengthen the fabric of life for those of you mythology types)
The real challenge then becomes, to realize that every miniscule second holds vast potential for change. Or as Penelope Cruz wisely states in Vanilla Sky, “Every passing second is another chance to turn it all around.” Well done Sofia. Well done.
I'll be posting my New Year resolutions after The Incredibles, which I simply must be getting on my way to.
1 comment:
You also left your body wash in Dallas. Good job on remembering to take your toiletries, Michael. :)
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