If we consider the first month of the year a beginning, then... writing at this point (just a couple of days before the very end of January), makes the title of this post logical.
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Every single december 31st (ok, in the last... say, 12 years) I think of a message that is cleverly synthesised in those recognizible lines:
All is quiet on New Year's Day...
Nothing changes on New Year's Day...
Ok, it is very understandable why that particular change of the date implies a ... chance to start a new, a chance to give yourself a new beginning, turn a new page, have a fresh start, etc... (add any saying, more or less popular, that I haven't), and therefore gives us (I guess all of us) the sensation that something new is about to start. I get that. And in a way I do accept it.
But, I am not that crazy about the actual date change, or celebrating the arrival of yet another year.
And the main reason why is... well, because it only reminds me how fast time goes by. Something I very much dislike. To be honest, I dare go so far as to say that it scares me. It even petrifies me.
Mostly because it appears that I am a character that wants everything, all at once, and I love life and I think no opportunity should be missed and... every single moment ought to be lived to the most, so inevitably, realizing that 2008 has begun, and only one moth before it arrived I turned 28 (which means I will very soon complete my third decade on this Planet), I ask myself what have I done? What have I filled my days with?...
The majority of people are said to have a so-called midlife crisis (though it is debatable how mid-life is defined), or let's say... a time when they take a closer (and a more profound) look back at everything that has been a part of their so-called life, up to a specific moment in that life, and have a... either a more pleasant, or a less pleasant, reaction upon the realization of the truth. Given that they are open and honest enough with themselves to actually admit the truth.
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Well, I have that... every time the date changes and marks an official ending of a... certain time-period. Whether it's a calendar year, an academic year, or (the worst case) a year of my life.
So it usually is quite exhausting for me to "emit" cheerfulness and positivity during this time. And on the other hand, I'd rather spare the close ones from my philosophical reflections during a time that is, in fact, very joyous for them. And kill the whole "it's New Year, a fresh start" experience.
Anyways...
this last december 31st I was actually in a very hyped-up mood, because I was supposed to go to Barcelona airport and meet my mom and dad, and spend the following three weeks in their wonderful company. So, by default my 2007 was going to end phenomenally and 2008 was to have a smashing beginning. (As it did)
Those three weeks were as splendid as expected, and are now over.
So, this "end of the beginning" of 2008 has made me face (yet again) two sad and very confusing sensations: 1. The whole visit happened months ago and is getting lost in the foggyness of everything that the everyday life brings on; 2. They haven't even got here, because it is absolutely impossible that 20 days go by so fast...
As Mr. Hopkins' character (Bill Parish) so concisely (and realistically) puts it: 65 years... don't they go by in a blink?
What does that make a meer 20-day period...
I knew that getting back to normal would be hard, mostly because being close to my mom and dad, and sharing with them the everyday trivialities that make life... well, LIFE, made me think about how my life is, and how I would prefer it to be, and ... what trivialities I would very much like to fill those time instances we call days.
A state of mind I have had to deal with before. On several occasions. Anyways...
Having in mind that 2008 will be the year when my postgraduate studies will have their crowning moment and my own carefully crafted piece of work, called thesis, will see the light of the day, it is enough to make this year... something to look forward to.