In Retrospect, Like it or Not, Life keeps rolling onChristmas again. Concerned? Edgy? Anxious? It matters not. Surprise! Life keeps rolling on, regardless what our personal aspirations may be. What our personal posture may be. Even during celebrations like Christmas. It may be unsettling to recognize it matters not what we perceive or feel. (It matters not either, what others think, feel or say, isn't that delightful?) Although such details may seem important. In time, in retrospect, absolutely insignificant. Be advised, be surprised. Get ready. Get out the gift wrap and unroll ribbons. All the way to infinity, life rolls on, you get the idea.
Life Keeps Rolling On in Spite of...Us
So, Christmas comes along, like it or not, and life keeps rolling on, in spite of ...well, mostly us. With or without hallowed big presents, thoughtful opinions, tears, inventions, fears, gaffes, genius, great writing, work ethic or professional schmoozing. Tied with ribbons, life happens. Without our tendency to butt in, procrastinate, advise, or willingness to put out the lights. Acquiesce, agree, or butt out entirely. The expenditure of effort, Herculean or Lilliputian input and output. Lights blinking, elves singing merrily. Songs without meaning. You have heard of people living but never having lived? Perhaps fretful lives, teeter, balanced, chained equally to an idealistic, modern win-win, but in reality, a boring, bland existence. Life is what happens while you're planning decorations, making naughty and nice lists, and all that.
Subscribing to Reality
You and you alone subscribe to reality, you set the parameters for joy and success, twists and turns with inexplicable luck, happiness, tolerance of intolerance, love, peace or angst. Whether one simply, merrily defaults to sublime apathy, twitched to the next level of tongue-biting, beautiful, sparkly gift-wrap or not. Or without gift wrap. Schmooze peacefully in the silence of winter fog, choosing the same old —same old, with the razor-sharp urge to willfully disregard inspiration, instinct, values, tradition, feelings.
Yes, since we are each ultimately alone (and dispensable, ready or not, just as life itself ) we get to choose, although we may naturally waver in cold December winds. We may wish to shirk our sworn duty to turn on the lights, decorate the halls, get out the ribbons, step up as members of humanity. No. Unacceptable. Our ideals and schemes are vanity, but...
Our duty is to contribute to society, to life itself, give brightness, lights and happiness to those we love and to others less fortunate. Share. Sing Christmas carols.
** We can do this. After all, life keeps rolling on all year, not just at Christmas.
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A unique and timeless Christmas classic for all ages that can be read every year...will the beautiful sound of bells ever be heard again? Join Morgidoo Morgan in his search for the Great Silver Bell ...and the truth of a timeless legend...Photo © by R.A. Kukkee - all rights reserved Is that Incoming I hear?