Life, actually…

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A WISH FOR THE YEAR UPCOMING

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Christmas Day just sped by and is now a fresh but gossamer memory.

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How does this happen? This annual celebration lasts a few hours, then flees, residing only in memory.

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Can Christmas—or at least the idea of Christmas—stay with me all year through?

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Is it possible to retain these feelings of concern and care and charity and generosity and love for more than a day?

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What is it about me the human? I know how to be kind, but I keep slipping up and reverting to…

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Well, I alternately display my best and my worst during any brief time period.

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Just when things are going smoothly, something worrisome pops up and destabilizes my best intentions. Momentary amnesia prevails.

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Then, just as glumness descends and locks itself in place, something delightful occurs, something fine and kindly that I never expected pokes its head around the corner and gifts me with laughter and hope.

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Sometimes the coaster slowly ascends, sometimes it suddenly drops into freefall and terrorizes me.

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What a life.

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Anyhow, today, acting as a member of this particular accidental species, I am hopeful and grateful and happy.

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If only I could find a way to capture hopefulness and gratitude and happiness and hold these feelings in a special place, then dispense them with generosity and empathy to you and to all others who have the same longings.

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If only

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© Jim Reed 2021 A.D.

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