And here we are. Another New Year to welcome in. Ahead of us are three hundred and sixty-five days. What will we do with these days? We do not know. They hold untold promise, unknown wonder. They are there, waiting for us to make the most of them. Many of them we won't. But there are those we will make spectacular. Whether it is one of those 365 days or all of them, it's our duty to make the most of all five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes.
Right now my liver happens to be pretty upset with me. Come to think of it, I'm pretty upset with me. But Sean helped me be less upset with me. He's a good man, that Sean.
So basically I welcomed this New Year with cheers and tears. Tears from my fears. Fears I'd ultimately like to come over, but it's not looking that likely. Depressing, I know. But yet realistic. You can't just get over a major personality flaw (in my case, manic-depression) by saying you will. Major life overhauls, usually as a result of someone else showing you some truth of life. It's true. You by yourself cannot learn everything. You'll have such a biased outlook on life. You need the influence of others to fully comprehend all the meanings of life. The most valueable lessons are often learned unexpectedly from others. That's why friends are so splendiferous.
Which is why I was more than a little sad tonight. It wasn't all due to alcohol consumption, though that's bad bad bad. Part of it pertained to the fact that I feel like I've outlived my usefullness to most of my friends, which can make life look even more meaningless than it already is.
Oh well. Maybe great things will come in this new year. And maybe they won't. That's the gamble. You never really know.
4 comments:
Hey... you have out lived your usefullness. I like having you around.
That would be havent. I just can't type and now I feel bad.
yeah that kind of hurt there.
manic-depressiveness is not a personality flaw, dearest.
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