Adieu 2021 - 23 thoughts at the end of the 22nd year of the 21st century
Perhaps this is one of the riders of growing older, but I sure feel that the years keep slipping off the calendars f as you age, and the end of December shows up faster every passing year than what it did the year before. It seems like yesterday when we entered 2021, exhausted & tormented by 2020, praying for a better year. And soon it’s time for 2022 & nothing much seems to have changed.
I agree. Life really can suck at times ! And make you wish you could cancel the subscription and sue it for negligence !
The other alternative is to blow a whistle, announce a time-out . Turns out that life used to suck in every page of history. And yet, we need to rise above the flux, get our act together & carry on . And to deal with it when it plays up, like it’s been doing lately.
One good thing about being in your 40s is that when life sometimes splutters at unforeseen bends like these, imploring you to slow down, you are able to peer alternatively back & forth, as you examine the beginning & the finale, both of which now stand like walls bearing graffiti behind foggy curtains , a little too distant to touch & yet a little too near for comfort. You’re old enough to know that nothing new and dangerous and mysterious now lies on the other side & yet you’re naïve enough to stop your old songs from dying. That’s what makes this decade special, something like an in-between age. A decade where you decide to make peace with an errant destiny, bury the hatchet with God & consider returning home to yourself. The first sip of your morning coffee makes you smile wistfully as you scribble a few Thursday thoughts into your journal, staring at the silent city outside a December window, a city blissfully unaware that you too once had causes to rebel for, or against. You know you are too ordinary to classify your thoughts as aphorisms. They’re just random realizations arrived at, through trial & error, through love & loss, through compliance & rebellion while reaching intermission. Some are your own, others borrowed from the universal pool of human consciousness that touched you.
Like with bad poems , the only way to end a second bad year in a row is to suddenly go very quiet. To find back your calm till the storm burns itself out. Here are some reflections of mine, collated for my annual archives. Feel free to use them if you like. They’re free. And seem to have worked over the ages.
21. Like Marcus Aurelius said, you are made of your body, your breath & your mind. Of them, the first two are merely placed in your care ( thus beyond your complete control) . It’s your mind that’s truly yours. Make sure you treat it well.
22. 'The one who puts the finishing touches on their life each day is never short of time.' This was Seneca . Close your books every night.
23. Hang in there. Don’t surrender your spirit before you surrender your body. You are made for your share of greatness. Your own song that no one else can sing as well as you.
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3yWow Ayon! Pearls of wisdom beautifully articulated 👌 Wish you an incredibly Happy, Healthy and Prosperous New Year 2022!
Business Professional leading Strategic Alliances and Large Businesses, Startup Mentor.
3yWhat's a reflection shooting you into a musing trance. Loved it, Thanks Ayon!