Happy New Year
It's always a wish.
Not only do cameras struggle to capture steeps they also always diminish the volume of falling snow.
One could wonder if this snow globe is half empty or half full. The air was far thicker with flakes as I stood there looking out my front door. If you crank the volume the sound of the wind is just about right, but the video captured snow looks diminished by half.
Is that bad or good?
Like most everything it stands ripe for debate with ardent camps for and against. Their strong opinions pinned to their perception and colored by their past. We all experienced 2025. Eight billion plus perspectives with not one the same, a spectrum in micro-gradients ranging from horrible to hallelujah. How could we ever agree?
The over exuberant - Happy New Year! The sceptic - Happy New Year? The resigned - Happy New Year. The wait and see - Happy New Year... and then there is me - Happy New Year No end punctuation, a conscious choice recognizing the phrase for what it really is, a wish, a hope, that need not end, but may not start.
We expect too much from happiness. We expect it to sweep us off our feet. We expect that first hit heroin high ad infinitum. We expect it to shout and jump and flash like some Instagram Reel. But we may miss the real that is often humble, uncinematic, even ordinary because we could not quite see the right number of snowflakes in our photos. We spend a lifetime chasing our past or yearning for a horizon we cannot reach.
But happiness lives only in the moment, not past, not future, only present.
So, I wish you many moments: the fleeting, the languorous, the humorous, the joyful, the tearful, the contemplative, the imperceptible, and the deeply felt. Experience them all.
Be present.
Happy New Year
