Almost the end of the year.
I should post about all the things that have happened.
But I won’t. Can’t. Will not, regardless.
I could recap the books I’ve read.
But I won’t.
Maybe list the new bands and albums I discovered?
Nope, won’t do that either.
Or perhaps just relive the best of the posts from this very blog?
I definitely won’t do that, too narcissistic.
Instead I’ll continue as I always do, dreaming, planning and pondering. Random thoughts of random things, all loosely intertwined. I have dreams for what 2009 may hold, but then I had dreams for 2008.
Still, now is not the time for melancholy and blue. Too easy to slip into that realm, the future looming large into view with the New Year on the horizon, a dark and scary mass, tentacles and fire reaching out to terrorise my thoughts.
Instead I will focus and change to a light. A single bright beacon to which I’m drawn. One path instead of five, although even as I type I know that that will not hold true. I will hop and skip here and there, snagged on branches, tripped by potholes, for such is the path of my life. And yours. I know that all too well.
But then isn’t that all part of the fun? Bumping into everyone else as we navigate ourselves, pinballing and careering towards… something.
Perhaps it will be enough that I move forward.
And so, with that in mind, I won’t be looking back. No lists, no best ofs, no recaps and remembrance here. Instead forward, hurtling towards the what ifs, the maybes, the laughter and pain, the suffering and joy.
Raise your glasses, one and all. Here’s to life, and everything it will throw at us. I know we will get there.
I just wish I knew where there is.
