Here in Romania, as I write these words, we’re only some thirty minutes away from Christmas. Oh, and my birthday. Yes. For those of you who tuned late to this channel, I was born on Christmas Day twenty seven years ago. That’s like a 0.0022% chance. Cool.
Here’s another fun fact about me: because I was born on such a special day I’ve always thought that I was meant for great things… well, and also folks around me kept telling me stuff like that. My high school History teacher once told me that those born on Christmas Day are supposed to know everything.
Well, I don’t know about that, but I do know that I’ve always thought that I was meant to forge my own destiny. That I was meant to achieve great things. Is such a belief delusional? Perhaps. But let me ask you a question? What isn’t delusional? What is reality? And if you could choose between an awful reality and a beautiful lie… be honest, which would you choose?
Enough about me.
This is Christmas, after all, so this post should be about this special holiday.
“My idea of Christmas, whether old-fashioned or modern, is very simple: loving others. Come to think of it, why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?”
― Bob Hope
Quite so. Why do we have to wait for Christmas to do that?
It seems to me that kindness and love are two things we always aspire towards, but never quite get around to being as kind as we wish to be or as loving… it seems to be that we get so caught up in the struggles of day to day life that we often forget that all the others around us are also human, just like us.
Who knows, maybe things are going to change for the better. Maybe a few days a year is all we can manage when it comes to love and kindness.
Something to ponder when you’ll have to tolerate those pesky relatives that you only see two or three times per year.
Anyway. Merry Christmas, folks! Whether you believe in Santa or not.