n. the sense that the future is arriving ahead of schedule, that all those years with fanciful names like “2013” are bursting from their hypothetical cages into the arena of the present, furiously bucking the grip of your expectations while you lean and slip in your saddle, one hand reaching for reins, the other waving up high like a schoolkid who finally knows the answer to the question.
n. the bittersweetness of having arrived here in the future, where you can finally get the answers to how things turn out in the real world—who your baby sister would become, what your friends would end up doing, where your choices would lead you, exactly when you’d lose the people you took for granted—which is priceless intel that you instinctively want to share with anybody who hadn’t already made the journey, as if there was some part of you who had volunteered to stay behind, who was still stationed at a forgotten outpost somewhere in the past, who was still eagerly awaiting news from the front.
via: the dictionary of obscure sorrows
rdg: I'm a huge lover of words and, especially, the art of the portmanteau. I have recently discovered The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, a tumblr full of portmanteaux: exquisite words and their unique, creative definitions.
Saying good-bye and hello in a split second between this year and last (or speaking to your beloved who is residing a full 6 hours into your future, in a year different from your own) is bittersweet. We recap the moments that mattered most. We try to forget the moments that hurt the most. Because, in the end, how you respond to the events in your world shape how you think and feel on a daily basis. Happiness is a choice tends to be overused and rightly cliche'd. But we DO choose a response to our world moment by moment even if it is instinctual or reactionary or a well planned consideration.
I am pessimistic by instinct and hopeful by choice. I am fortunate that those I call friend, here and in my life, are people who view 'the glass half full' .... all face life's misfortunes and sorrows and disappointments with equanimity and a very human mix of fear, respect and a certain mental toughness. You, my dear friends, are those who 'overcome' - and remind me often to be happy in the moment, to look for the small blessings in my daily life, to be grateful and to persevere. So I thank you, my friends and genuinely wish you a clean slate of a new year. Here is the page. You are the pen. The story is yours to write. I look forward to the reading.