Christmas thoughts
What’s a better way to spend Christmas night than to write?
When I am alternating between light and darkness and the words of people confound me? When the incompleteness of the purely digital experience leaves a lot to be said, even when there’s a whole page, reams and pages, to write on?
We experience the reality of the desires of our flesh – our imaginations come to life, the future come to us – and yet it leaves us wholly empty. Having more than 2,000 friends on Facebook does not guarantee a fabulous night, or life. And thoughts come unbidden, sharper, piercing, made wilder by imaginings fired up by a single stroke of a key. Because as we have expanded our world, the more we have turned inwards. Better to drown the voices with, better to silence what we think are our truths.
Because we operate within, not present, always in the past or in the future. We could not prevent it. We have to protect ourselves from the onslaught of a mundane life, of a life without meaning, of the cacophony of doubts and fears that have cloaked us every day.
But we forge on, as we must. Living, daydreaming, trying to excite ourselves with the sunset, trying to find beauty in small things, in moments, in movies, in song, failing some of the time. But such is us, and such is life.
Until a kiss awakens the soul and caffeine-laden breath gives wings to desire and the earth shakes once more.
A happy, blessed, meaningful, kiss-filled Christmas to all.