It is foolish to try to understand Life. Love, even moreso. The past year was calming, for the most part. Static, to some extent even. And despite the multitude of epiphanies 2009 has relentlessly pommeled me with, I suppose I could say I came out all the better for it.
True, the little demons in my mind are let loose once in a while, but I found it is better -- safer even -- for me to do so, rather than let them fester in my brain. Better to let them take shape in letters rather than let them remain formless and elusive. As limiting as words can be (or as limited as my abilities are in forming the right words), language -- written or spoken -- can contain just about enough power to deal with such things as these from time to time.
And so, another year. And rather than resolving to learn more, I think it is about time for a revolution of unlearning. About time to let go, rather than hoard knowledge. About time to shed off the excess skin and lay naked, pure, and vulnerable under the sun. About time to stop inhaling and start breathing everything out. About time to just give in.
Let your waters flow through me, Life; I accept it.
