The end of the year
December is upon us once again. Many say that birthdays are unwelcoming (old age coming), or the end of the year is daunting (time flying); but I am grateful that I’m aging and time is flying. It’s a thrill. How many more valuable memories will I have at the end of my life? I read somewhere today (on Facebook) that there are more days in a year that does not affect life drastically…something about more days not being as valuable to making good changes in life. How disappointing is that?? Shouldn’t every day be a step closer to something we dream of every day? Ah, I know. Easier said than done. I bring this up because I think I’ve finally made a silent decision today about a change in my life. Perhaps in time to start the new year with new beginnings? Whatever it is we do everyday, I think it’s imperative to constantly stay conscious. Every move we make, every thought we form, and every action we take… it’s pertinent to all the details in our lives.
I was very disappointed with the turnout of my book giveaway this year. Has the art of reading depleted in rapid fire already? It’s a free book. How could nobody want it? From a list of almost 100 authors… As I said, having no time to read is a lame, unoriginal excuse. A free book may seem insipid than a free iPad today. But it hurt me personally to know that nobody wanted to indulge in a connection with a world beyond our reality. I would be elated to know that somebody else is out there to offer this opportunity. I would be slashing the air with my arm screaming “me, me, me” to get my hands on a free book. Books can be our sanctuary, our refuge, our escape; it brings us closer to characters we want to become, lives we want to lead… it eventually distances us from our mundane grinds.
A few beers in, I think I’m going to finish my Wednesday rant here. I hope you find some good books to read, and soon. Good day & good night. The end.