The wave of time is a mechanism of unpredictability. The old years are remnants of the coast, and the new years are propelling forces of a tide with a hidden destination. The unpredictability of the future is ever changing, and the passengers riding into the realm of that future are bound to a concept of sameness they want to maintain.
We chance things that we should’ve left behind and made peace with years ago. Our fears cause us to chase and chance the same, obsolete paths of the past. When a new year approaches, the uncertain ones taint their worth and glide into the new year with this “new year, new me” mindset. The context of it is shallow and almost condescending, to imply that every new year you’re parting ways with your own organic individuality. We are all but stepping into a new dimension of time and exploring the boundaries of that space.
What’s on this year’s forecast? What will I accomplish? How much can I get a away with this year? What must I attain on the mile-long to-do list?
You learn that time is an inescapable force of continuation and discontinuation, renewal and deterioration, production and stagnancy, discovery and exploration, conception and death. It’s another year of momentum. We know that time never stops. We know that sometimes it vacations in our home just a little too long, and we ask it to hurry up and go. “Move along, move faster,” we say. And then, when time is showing us the time of our lives or moving onto different places and leaving us behind, we ask time to stick around. “Slow down,” we say. “We need more time with time.”
With the coming and going of a year, we are forced to conceptualize what time truly is. It’s absolutely fragile and thus, we must approach it resourcefully. The conceptualization of time is timeless. The impact of time is too forceful. Seconds and minutes are invaluable to us. We tend to see hours and days as more valuable, but we are often off when we try to calculate the actual volume of time. One miscalculation could cause the volcano to erupt. We have to build our own momentum to be break barriers while we synch with time, or we lose our role as the collective matter that creates the earth’s balance.
As 2018 is a successor of 2017, it should use it’s popularity to champion inclusivity and diversity. It should tolerate society’s different beliefs. It should call innovators to innovate, artists to paint, write and record new and unusual ideas. It should congratulate those who, with the coming and going of time, step out of their comfort zone and express unrecognized views and styles. We must be polite to time and encourage more discourse with those who are so different. Like, A post-punk anarchist should chat with a modern country music enthusiast. It’s understood that snakes can’t civilly chill among mice, and that lions can’t help but salivate at the sight of an antelope. But, when time seeps in, the unforeseen happens. Time is progressive, and progression means change, and that change manifests growth, and the growth breaks boundaries.
An older and wiser colleague of mine who is good at chiming in on intuitive conversation said something simple but resonant to me. He reminded me that if we don’t risk then we aren’t truly reaping the benefits of time and life. He reminded me that boundaries must be broken. He would say something along the line of “Why can’t you move?” or “Why would you place [state A] over [state B] when what you really want is [state B]? We act as if it doesn’t work out that we have to ask a state judge permission to move back, or as if we’ll be judicially penalized for failing. Really, what is the hold? And at what point in time are we ever going to do what we truly want to do?” When he finishes these monologues, he heads for the door chipper as can be, unbothered and in sync with the present—ready to walk into the next phase of time: 2018.