A Measure of Life - New Year
This morning, as the weather worsens, creating strong gusts of wind that strike anything in its path with darts of snow, I enjoy the view. Sitting, looking out the large picture window, huddled with a strong cup of hot black coffee, I begin thinking about this year. What it is has brought good in my life, and all the moments where it was hard.
It's funny, it seems to feel the same every year. It is like when one is driving while being slightly tired. The focus is slightly off, the lights begin to blur, creating long, exposed lines that track quickly past the window. While the road begins to lift up into the windshield, giving the impression that one is going faster than the speed shown on the dashboard. Most years, this is New Year’s, but for some reason, this year is different.
For me, at least, the year has seemed to flyby. I don’t know how I would even begin to explain why that is. The only reason I could possibly think of is that I simply lived my life. Now I know ultimately life goes fast. I have befriended many wiser generations, to know that the question is always the same. “Where has the time gone? It is both universal and enviable.
What is interesting to me is that time begins to fade in their memory. They are conflicted by the exact year of the story they are trying to place it in. What they remember, actually, are the moments, the conversations full of one-liners making them laugh to this day, the people they loved, and the large life events.
What if we didn’t measure our lives by time? I would love to measure my life by conversations; the kind that makes the coffee go cold yet tastes just as good because of the company. Yes, I think I will begin to focus more on those moments. That way, one day, I will forget the year but not the story.
No matter how you measure your life, I hope this New Year is full of blessings and laughter. That time will slow down so you can catch every moment of this wonderful dash of life you live. Happy New Year’s, my dear readers!
