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Break it down again

Lots of people would say the changing of the year is an artificial construct and serves no purpose. Part of me agrees.

Another part of me is flipping those people the bird. In the greater scheme of things, maybe there's nothing great about going from December to January, 6 to 7. In the greater scheme of things though, nothing really matters.

The changing of the year allows us to drop anchor. Close doors. Turn the page. It helps fool our minds. Considering how dangerously powerful the brain is, that's a good thing. Otherwise, what's stopping us from giving up? From staying on the stationary bicycle of bad habits, pedalling away to nowhere?

We / I need the changing of the year to want to make some difference in my life too. I'm not saying this will be the year I meet the girl of my dreams, come up with the kick-ass, award-winning ad campaign and finally achieve a measure of sustained satisfaction. But I want to try. And, if the new year is what it takes to fool myself that I can change myself and taste even a sliver of the cheese cake of happiness, why not?

2016 showed me a few things. About work, love, luck, foolishness and even making plans. Whether I learn anything from the milestones of the last year is something to see.

Sometimes, the main road was so damn smooth, I rode right past interesting side lanes.
Which was stupid.

 Sometimes the dreams were so beautiful, waking up was the last thing on my mind.
Which was a pity.

But all that is history. Or so I like to tell myself. Either way, 2017 deserves a fair chance. All I can do is unfurl the sails and hope for fair winds and smooth seas. And the strength to endure.

Better new year everyone.

Song for the moment: Mad World - Tears for Fears / Paul Kalkbrenner Remix

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