I think that New Years is a good time for this sort of perseverance and an ambitious eye towards our goals and for reason beyond just that it's the "New Year," which has always been overrated. But coming out of December, which is a wonderful but chaotic time, I think we're ready to get back to a sense of normalcy and it empowers us to want to manage our affairs and see things through to better ourselves. A new beginning of sorts, indeed. I also feel this way towards the end of the summer post Labor Day, for the same reasons.
Not sure if any of this stuff is related to what the poem is about... But that's what I took from it. Let time passing be what it is, and try to make it good. A related subject, I suppose, to another recent song I wrote in November, called "The Long Way," which is an optimistic, half-full look at time marching on, with an eye towards taking it as it comes and appreciating it.
I thought so, but your profile isn't public. I didn't want to chance it. :).
I tend to feel especially reminiscent, nostalgic, optimistic, depressing.... Not only because of the typical end/beginning of year sentimentality, but I also get the added thoughts of turning a year older. I would think that most poeple with birthdays around now feel the same way.
Maybe it's a good thing. I can get all of my "woe is me" and "invincibility" out of the way at one time.
Yeah, I just noticed that my profile wasn't public. I don't remember setting it that way. Oh, well. One day I'll turn it on. There's really nothing about me there, anyway.
I do remember my mother always griping about getting older. There's this one picture in one of the photo albums where she is in front of her birthday cake and making this depressed face and holding up 4 fingers in one hand, and 5 in the other, signaling "45." These days, she would laugh and wish more than anything she could be 45.
Funny that we have entered that age/realm where we are starting to think about life passing by. But there's not much we can do, right?
I think that New Years is a good time for this sort of perseverance and an ambitious eye towards our goals and for reason beyond just that it's the "New Year," which has always been overrated. But coming out of December, which is a wonderful but chaotic time, I think we're ready to get back to a sense of normalcy and it empowers us to want to manage our affairs and see things through to better ourselves. A new beginning of sorts, indeed. I also feel this way towards the end of the summer post Labor Day, for the same reasons.
ReplyDeleteNot sure if any of this stuff is related to what the poem is about... But that's what I took from it. Let time passing be what it is, and try to make it good. A related subject, I suppose, to another recent song I wrote in November, called "The Long Way," which is an optimistic, half-full look at time marching on, with an eye towards taking it as it comes and appreciating it.
Is this Steve C?
DeleteYup.
DeleteAnd it was me on Day 1, too.
DeleteI thought so, but your profile isn't public. I didn't want to chance it. :).
DeleteI tend to feel especially reminiscent, nostalgic, optimistic, depressing.... Not only because of the typical end/beginning of year sentimentality, but I also get the added thoughts of turning a year older. I would think that most poeple with birthdays around now feel the same way.
Maybe it's a good thing. I can get all of my "woe is me" and "invincibility" out of the way at one time.
Yeah, I just noticed that my profile wasn't public. I don't remember setting it that way. Oh, well. One day I'll turn it on. There's really nothing about me there, anyway.
ReplyDeleteI do remember my mother always griping about getting older. There's this one picture in one of the photo albums where she is in front of her birthday cake and making this depressed face and holding up 4 fingers in one hand, and 5 in the other, signaling "45." These days, she would laugh and wish more than anything she could be 45.
Funny that we have entered that age/realm where we are starting to think about life passing by. But there's not much we can do, right?