New Years eve is almost upon us but the resolutions, those candy eyed flights of fancy, again have failed to inspire me to make changes in my life. If I subscribe to the notion that I would be wise to alter something, for better or worse, then it implies that life right now is lacking something. And it is not so it wouldn't be fair (or just) to scribble a half hearted list to myself on New Years eve.
Why on earth would anyone want to try and live a perfectly moulded life in the first place astonishes me. A world like that isn't worth having, the fairytale would bore me to tears. Life needs calamity and chaos, it needs to feel the sharp end of a knife or gun to make everything fair in its strange otherworldly logic that is beyond our grasp.
To myself I enjoy pain at times, it lets me know I am alive and inspires thoughts within my mind that could never occur if we lived in CottonWorld with the fairies and talking woodland creatures. That place would become sterile real quick.
If you really want to give up smoking (New Years Eve's Best Seller) then do it now why wait until January 1st? Get exercise now! Be kinder to old people/children/animals/whatever now! Do it all right now! Now! Do people crave order so much they can only be spurred on by the begining of a lousy month? And these wintery months are bad times to be making changes anyway because the early dark evenings blind us and we are all mad from frostbite. (Austrailians crazed from heat).
This new year might even be the time that grim blank space currently after your birth year gets filled.
The general public might feel more secure writing lists and I feel no hostility towards anyone bringing positive changes to their lives, but its not for this booze soaked poet. I could never remain honest if ever I were to have to rely on a Do & Don't Do list. To me it is only more rules and I have a terrible allergy to those.
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