Monday, 24 December 2018

Twenty-four

– Well, here we are.
– Sorry?
– Christmas Eve.
– Yes; of course.
– It all seems to have flown by.
– I suppose it has. A little faster each year.
– A whirl of rushing around, trying to fit too much in, spending too much money, eating too much food.
– It somehow seems a little pointless. At least in the sense that we are missing the point.
– We are only human. We have something we want to celebrate, so we go all out to be as festive as possible. We miss the mark.
– It is difficult to have the courage to setttle for something more modest and say, this is enough: we can be happy with less.
– At least our motives are (mostly) honest. At least we strive to be happy, even if things don't always work out and at times the season brings its own stresses and difficulties. At least we try.


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