A year that vanishes

So an old year leaves and a new one arrives.   Is it just an illusion of the mind, or is time passing faster?     So many memories are left from these twelve months, yet they will too disappear as the clock continues moving forward.  

It was a year of great changes. In which the blue and frigid sun of melancholy started disappearing, setting to the west of my life.  Will it ever come back?  I do not know, yet I prefer to feel it won't.
All such winter feelings are nothing but selfish delussion, keeping one away from what exists.  An induced state of autism of which nothing is left but the corruption of relationships.   Just after the relations are gone, you notice you could have progressed so much more, yet you chose to freeze in time.

It was a year of self forgiveness.   Three hundred and sixty five days of inviting the spontaneous smile to be part of my journey.  It was also too opening the gates of the intellect once again,  dealing with the world, concluding negotiations, and founding the pillars of reconciliation with what life is meant to be.    Spiritual progress, physical strenghtening, intellectual increase.

Like a flame which changes in density and even color from moment to moment, so one feels life has become.   Time and events change this flame to a different shape.    Some features of existence cease to be,  a new and more reflective state of things appear.
Of all this I can only say it is natural.  For what is more tragic than witnessing the wheel of time going by yet not changing a single bit?          It is indeed better being friends with time, submitting to its pace, rather to running against it thinking you can actually win.    Confronting time will only bring the typical pain of attachment,  while being friends with him gives you the experience of knowing this moment hasn't exist before, and won't exist anymore.    When you weave life according to time's script more joy is to be found.

Yes indeed, two thousand thirteen was a year of shift.   My positive features have remained, and I have recovered along the road. Some of them, which had been lost long ago.   There was the love, the innocence,  new roots for spontaineity,  as also the identification of the inner fire.   A flame that had been God knows where for a long time, has appeared again.   A strong flame which I believe will now on help me reach every singe purpose in life.
In this year I have exorcised the fear, doubt, and self punishment which I had given unto myself.   Now seeing there was nothing productive out of behaving like a monk from centuries ago.  Such road it seems was not meant to be for me.     In freedom, free will and innocent folliness better motions I can manifest.

I also thank life for presenting me impacting characters in my life.   Even the maiden of hope which lies far away, gave me hundreds of moments to be happy for.


As of the new year I do not know, but I perceive and presume.   There are some chapters of life to be closed, that I truly though not desperately, want to close.    Also, there's many that are meant to be open.    The folliness of an innocent hedonism and la vie en rose lie ahead.     Its the chapter that follows that of restraint,   and that comes before the one
of union.