'Twas the night before Christmas and all around the house my poor mother is running, finishing up the feast for tomorrow. Sadly she'll be working all day tomorrow while we, the lazy bastards she calls family, enjoy her hard work...
As I have "grown up" I have lost my excitement for the festive season. I cannot put a finger on why that is. My mind instinctively jumps to the fact that I obviously don't get the same amount of gifts that I used to get when I was younger, but then I check myself and I convince myself that I cannot possibly be that shallow... I really cannot be... I would die if I was like that...
Earlier on in the evening I had a conversation with a friend and I pointed out that my body is not what it used to be.... I realise that as one gets older your body dies, but my spirit is still so young. When I was still a spring chicken I used to party on Christmas eve, come home Christmas morning, sleep, wake up, eat then sleep again for the rest of the day. I would then start partying again on Boxing Day... A few years ago I realised that Christmas is absolutely not about the partying, but it is about appreciating and spending time with family and those whom you love (and love you back). Not to mention that all the drama/dysfunction of ones family is quite entertaining :)
That may sound awfully noble but it's the truth.... I do not even talk to the people that I used to party with back then and I think that is a testament to the truth of my revelation....
I will however concede on the point that I am shallow enough to be a tiny bit jealous of those who are out painting the town red, but I am mature enough to know that there is a better way.
This December choose your family over a party.
Merry Christmas!!!!!
Peace. Love. Hapiness.
As I have "grown up" I have lost my excitement for the festive season. I cannot put a finger on why that is. My mind instinctively jumps to the fact that I obviously don't get the same amount of gifts that I used to get when I was younger, but then I check myself and I convince myself that I cannot possibly be that shallow... I really cannot be... I would die if I was like that...
Earlier on in the evening I had a conversation with a friend and I pointed out that my body is not what it used to be.... I realise that as one gets older your body dies, but my spirit is still so young. When I was still a spring chicken I used to party on Christmas eve, come home Christmas morning, sleep, wake up, eat then sleep again for the rest of the day. I would then start partying again on Boxing Day... A few years ago I realised that Christmas is absolutely not about the partying, but it is about appreciating and spending time with family and those whom you love (and love you back). Not to mention that all the drama/dysfunction of ones family is quite entertaining :)
That may sound awfully noble but it's the truth.... I do not even talk to the people that I used to party with back then and I think that is a testament to the truth of my revelation....
I will however concede on the point that I am shallow enough to be a tiny bit jealous of those who are out painting the town red, but I am mature enough to know that there is a better way.
This December choose your family over a party.
Merry Christmas!!!!!
Peace. Love. Hapiness.
Love love the title!! In as much as we tried to find happiness from things and people, as we grow we realise that true happiness and festivities come from within. Don't you think?
ReplyDeleteQuite right you are! I've realised that life is an internal thing. It's all about how YOU perceive things. Maybe I should my second degree in philosophy...
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