It's the holidays. More specifically, it's the Christmas season. As a christian, I suppose the typical thing for me to do would be to go on an obnoxious rant about the way people respectfully--the proper word is probably closer to fearfully--say happy holidays instead of Merry Christmas because they don't want to offend anyone. Even as I write about the prospect of it, my mind begins to buzz with all kinds of pointers and, "hard-hitters". Ultimately, however, to spend the Christmas season arguing about trivial matters like what we choose to call this holiday is to completely contradict anything the Christmas season stands for. So take heart, dear reader; you will not be bombarded with religious ramblings today--at least not by myself.
To be completely honest, I had not planned to write anything for the next several weeks. It is, after all, the holidays, is it not? Surprisingly enough, it is that very thought which motivated me to write.
Nay, not motivated, for that seems too weak of a word. Perhaps a word like, "drove" or, "demanded" would describe the feeling better. The thought that, " 'tis the season" and that such a fact should count as valid reasoning to not write, demanded of me that I write. The breathtakingly beautiful and unbelievably wise Jessica Liggins would insist that this demand stems from my unrelenting desire to defy the laws of social norm and what-not, and in actuality she would probably be exactly right. My total distaste for social formalities, norms, and, "traditions" would not allow for a break in writing during the holidays simply because taking a break is what one does around this time of year.
I would like to suggest, however, that though this may be the reason on the surface, it is not at all good reason to write. For if my purpose to write is simply to, "Stick it to the man" then a poor adolescent-minded soul I would be. I also probably wouldn't have much more to say than what has already been said repeated several billion times over in not-so-clever various ways.
No, dear reader, something much deeper is at play here, and I believe that something is passion. Passion does not reside within the boundaries of social norm. Passion does not follow rules. Passion does not take holidays.
It is my understanding that if one has a passion, then one will stop at nothing to pursue said passion. It is also my understanding that when people take holidays and go on vacation they are attempting to get away from whatever is they have been doing up until that point, presumably because it bores them or drains them.
The reader will understand then, that in my line of thought for me to take a break from writing because it is holidays, is a very appalling thought indeed. Every part of my being screams at me that this is a betrayal of my passions, for writing is one of the select few things on this earth which make me feel alive. That I even considered taking a break demanded of me that I do just the opposite.
'tis the season to be jolly, and a jolly fellow indeed I am when given the grace to write something--anything--which might be enjoyed by at least one person somewhere--regardless the time of year.
Merry Christmas everyone.
