The scent of the old year

POSTED IN contemporary poetry December 31, 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The scent of the old year

The old year, which is about to start the countdown, living its last hours, is just one piece of the puzzle we, humans, call it Time.In order to be happy, to accomplish the puzzle piece by piece, we need to kiss the old year goodbye, without labelling it: it was bad, it was good, it was hard but satisfactory, I can’t wait to enter the New Year….

Thank the old year for everything it brought upon us and look forward for the next 365 days, think how to live them to the fullest.

I felt the same after I graduated the High School: “I cannot wait for my life to start”, being blissfully unaware that I was already living it.
And, the older I get, the faster the years fly by. After I graduated University I found myself thinking: “I wish that I will never get old, that I will work forever”, that happy I was as a fresh High School teacher.
As the years speed by, New Year’s welcoming becomes more important as I begin to wonder just how many new years I have left. I remember a line from “Fight club”: “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.”

So, my darling old year, you’ve been kind to me! Thank you for every morning I woke up and I saw the Light, for every season I’ve been blessed to breathe once more, for every Tree, every flower which once more was a wonder, although every year of my life was filled with wonders, for my old friends which are well and happy, for the new friends I’ve made who taught me to be wise and humble, to love poetry, the scent of new books, for my parents, which are still on this Earth, for my family and the every day we enjoy together, for every tear, or fear, or joy which made me grow, for every wisdom I’ve got from others, for every prayer I said for humanity, for the poor, for the ill, for the one in need…
Thank you for every second!

The scent of you is happiness, gratitude, kindness, tolerance, understanding, love for Beauty, for Art, respect for ancient values and acceptance for the ignorance, desire to help the helpless, power to be strong when the weak needs me…

The New Year will be new. A clean slate. A blank canvas. Endless possibility. Isn’t that an exquisite thing to wait for?
I simply wish that will define the smallest fraction of me, make me a better human!

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2019!