Being Scottish, we really do know how to celebrate the end of one year and how to celebrate bringing in a new one. This doesn't always involve getting absolutely blootered (drunk) and communing with the porcelain God for the majority of New Year's Day. We get all misty eyed and reflect on our luck and experiences of the last year. For being a remarkably dour and pessimistic people, the majority of Scots I know refrain from whining about their lot in the last year and we look forward with hope and excitement to the coming year.
Having regrets at this time of year, being overly dramatic so as to draw attention to yourself is a waste of time. I'm staying off of Facebook because it's doing my head in already. I'd send the lot of them to a Third World bootcamp so they could see what real hardship and real illnesses and diseases are.
I came across this poem this morning that sums up exactly how I see New Year:
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest:
Lives in one hour more than in years do some
Whose fat blood sleeps as it slips along their veins... P.J Bailey
The theme for this week's Listography is top five 2011 photographs and so I thought I would share mine here.
Happy New Year Everyone!