|| January ||
It's a new year, a new beginning, a chance to start completely over with a blank slate and a fresh piece of chalk. Before you begin, I want you to know that this year will not start out perfect. I mean, have you ever tried writing with a brand new piece of chalk? It's awful.
Or maybe you're a bit more modern and like to use a pen and paper. Don't you hate when you need to recreate Pompeii on your paper before the ink actually starts to come out? Let me tell you, that is exactly how the beginning of a new year is supposed to go.
However, if you know the story of Pompeii, it was eventually uncovered from its ashes. So can this year. Don't be afraid to make a few mistakes right at the beginning. Life is here for you to live, SO LIVE IT. But be good. If you're gonna be a rebel, make sure you have a lightsaber and the force.
I once had someone tell me, "You only live once," to which I replied, "Then you must have no life." Whether that really happened or not, you don't have to know, but there is some truth in my "uplifting" reply. You don't just have to live once. Depending on your definition of "living", you can live as many times from a single time to immortal (you can't have lived zero times or you wouldn't be reading this).
Living, to me, is equal to emotion. I consider myself alive whenever I can connect a feeling to an actual word. For example, if I listen to the song "A Close Friend" by James Newton Howard, I feel alive because I want to get up and go hug someone like they're one of those $300 teddy bears. When I listen to "Why Not?" by Jónsi, I want to sit down with a candle and meditate. When I hear "Everybody Loves Me" by OneRepublic, I feel more famous than Robert Downey, Jr. (not to mention more fabulous). And when I listen to "End of the Line" by Henry Jackman, I want to curl up into a ball and cry and eat ice cream all day long. I am alive because I feel.
Feeling is that sensation in your heart that makes you feel like your soul is dancing. It's a funny little vibration that seems to make your expressions gain a mind of their own. Your eyebrows furrow, you smile broadly, you may even look as if you just saw a blobfish murder a cardboard cut-out of your crazy Uncle Larry. Feeling does weird things to us, and that is exactly why I correspond it with living.
This year I challenge you to learn how to live. No, living is not breaking into friend's house late at night and stealing their cookies. Neither is it staying up until five in the morning watching Sherlock. Living is composed of so many different adventures. If you want that to be a part of living, go right ahead, I won't stop you, but if you could invite me, that would be great.
In all seriousness, though, be safe. Don't go bungee jumping off the Grand Canyon or take your little sister's kindergarten class on a field trip to a candy factory (sugar highs are deadly). It's not worth it, I promise. As long as your definition of living is supported by a responsible adult (key word: RESPONSIBLE), knock yourself out (not literally, no hospitals this year).
Are you ready for the New Year? I know I am. Now go recreate Pompeii.
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