Alexander Pope, in his An Essay on Man reminds us that..."Hope springs eternal in the human breast."
Every year we like to believe that we're starting over. Erasing last year's mistakes. Getting a clean slate. Wiping away bad memories. Starting over.
We make resolutions that we may, or may not, keep.
What would we do if we didn't have our Gregorian
calendar to tell us this was the first day of every new year?
Would we wander around without hope of change in our lives because the days never turned into years?
Would we have to stop having birthdays and anniversaries?
Would we defy Father Time and stay at one age? Forever frozen in a fantasy called life?
Just what would it mean to stop marking time?
Would holidays fade away into tribal memories?
Would our sense of time slow down? Would we count our days like pearls, valuing the here and now?
Just fleeting thoughts in an old man's mind on New Year's Day.
Time for me to walk on down the road...