celebrations

There are no boundaries where river flows. No time count. No hour or day exists in river’s reality. Except maybe for a levee, river flows and stops at nothing. Humans try to do so too, all in the name of change and progress, but we need rest. We need a post, a land mark to halt our movement. New year, new national day, new valentines day… Nietzsche said something along the lines that without music, human life would be a mistake. Same way, void of celebrations, without stopping and decorating for a couple days, life would seem an endless progression of time with light bursts of joyful events popping up without clear memories attached.

So, as much as I’d love to break through crowd of celebrants singing yet another, by then mind-bending “wewishyouamery-krismasanhapynewyear!” I’d be the first to agree that celebrations, especially of time-related milestones are good for all-health. I even wrote a short story about it ten years back. River doesn’t care, as Clifford Simak wrote in “Way Station” novel (which I just re-read which inspired writing these thoughts), it was here for million years, and maybe it wont be here in another million years, but maybe people will be. And we have to care, or consider us and others, because without that we are dispersed and lost.

Celebrating new year is our proudly yet humbly marking still being here and trying to get along with ourselves and others while moving on.