New Years?

What is a new year?

January, just the mention of this month brings so many ideas into mind. It’s the harbinger to our new year, it brings fresh snow, and it welcomes new life into our world which has been not so patiently waiting at its doorstep. I’ve always been so taken aback by the beauty that January ushers in. The carriage rides by the river, the love filled cold nights, but it also reminds me that Father Time has just taken one more moment out of my life. The most important and forgotten aspect of January in my opinion is a time of reflection. January makes me think back and ask, “If today was my last, what would my legacy be?” Now I know that sounds so morbid and hopeless, but in reality it’s a question that is full of hope. It is a question that I believe makes January all the more ever present. Because it pushes that question front and center back into my mind, which by year’s end I’ve practically forgotten. It reminds me that like the time in the life, the time of this beautiful and potent scene is limited. It reminds me that time in its most basic form is the true death of everything. Once again I know it sounds so morbid. But with the realization of this information it leaves me with the ability to make sure not a single moment is wasted. I know with each year we make resolutions and promises that we truly do not intend to keep. Yet and still each year we fool ourselves by pretending that this is the year that it’s actually going to stick. Instead I embrace the slow death we have been born into and I make on resolution that above all others is the most extreme, but also is that most realistic. Simply put, just live.