Reflection

December 31, 2017

Reflection

hotel dress BLOG - 3 — Even I worry about the passage of time.

Even I worry about the passage of time. Of course, we Fae do not age as humans do, and a human’s lifespan is much longer than that of an animal’s, and so on down the food chain. But even so, days pass, and time passes. We are ageless, but we are not immortal, or so Father always said. Father whose life trips on wherever he is, far away from mine, and whose silence still hurts sometimes.

hotel dress BLOG - 4 — Why am I thinking about this now?

Why am I thinking about this now? I couldn’t tell you. And that’s because I actually do not know. It may be because the turning of the human year is upon us. And by upon, us, I mean tonight.

hotel dress BLOG - 2 — Never looking back?

Never looking back? I suppose it’s a good aspiration to have, but I think I could never actually do it. I’m bad enough at running away from everything as it is: if I had the ability not to even dwell on what I’ve run away from, I work that I’d become some sort of monster.

hotel dress BLOG - 1 — What kind of monster would I be?

What kind of monster would I be? The sort that everyone would be friendly and kind to, because they felt they had to be. The sort who would wake up to find herself having been poisoned someday.

hotel dress BLOG - 5 — Well, that was an uplifting thought. I think I’d better leave this place.

Well that was an uplifting thought. I think I’d better leave this place: all these candelabras and gothic windows are engaging my inner Emo and turning it into an outward-facing Emo. And we don’t want that. Besides, I have a different person to become.

Don’t spend too long reflecting on 2017. Instead, wish for yourselves and your loved ones this wish from me. May we all have a peaceful and prosperous 2018, and may our best memory of it be that of love.

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2 responses to “Reflection”

nathanielballard

December 31, 2017 at 6:38 pm

You are no more monster than I, my love, perhaps less so; for what I am, in part, has long been reviled as a monster by most, whereas what you are is generally regarded as fair rather than monstrous. As for the passage of time, I have even less of an understanding of what may become of me. I am, in part, like you, ageless, but there is another part of me that is, save for accident or violence, immortal, and maybe there is still some part of me that is what I used to be, mortal.
The year turns, and for the first time in a long, long time, I know when it turns by the calendar rather than by the passage of the sun and which year, by the common counting, it is. That, in itself is worthy of celebrating, which, for once, we can do together. Here’s to many more such years.

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Abella Bless

December 31, 2017 at 7:09 pm

I recently saw this quote and felt it was appropriate than the traditional Happy New year –

“The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul and a new nose; new feet, a new backbone, new ears, and new eyes. Unless a particular man made New Year resolutions, he would make no resolutions. Unless a man starts afresh about things, he will certainly do nothing effective.”

Gilbert K. Chesterton

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