December 27th 2020
of course, there's nothing magical about the clock's tock into 00:00:00, January 1, 2021 .. no door will slam shut, no fairy or genie will bless or oblige with a problemless planet Earth life ..
but the mere psychology of it - the very pertinent fact that we are here to witness the demise of a year that calls for darker hues and frantic strokes rebelliously calls for ardent celebration and fist-pumping, as we squint hopefully into 2021 - the very weakened fist that yet challenges what has been with what could yet be - and is enough to embolden our resolve to defeat the challengers and reaffirm life .. and that's powerful
I'll think a bit during these late December days of this year, as it waves goodbye, of what it has been - how it has touched and torched, in what ways it crushed, how it ruined, but also the encouragement and resolve it fostered, the bravery to push through, the constancy to look in the looking-glass and confront the exhaustion, and to say "I'm going in again" one more time .. right there's the stuff of humanity, engineered in the mind of God
of course history is replete with the horrors of humanity, but we had not yet seen it with our own eyes until this 2020 so blatantly belched it planet-wide, the very potent smell forcing us to cover our face
it will be a very real challenge to read and watch the rehearsals and rehashings, the retellings of a most painful year for many of us, one that leaves an empty chair at the table ..
there will be many heavy tears before this year is through
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