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WHY NEW YEAR

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"The Burning Bush"

I read on FB comment by unn friend network has published a thought of Antonio Gramsci on the end of year festivities, New Year, I want to repost because I think it is a truth that I fully recognize.

NEW YEAR

Every morning when I still waking up under the hood of the sky, I feel that for me is New Year. I hate New Year's Eve with a fixed maturity that make life and the human spirit a trading company with its good balance sheet, and its b ... BUDGET and the budget for the new management. They lose a sense of continuity of life and spirit. You end up seriously believe that in years and years there is a solution of continuity and a news story that begins, and intentions and make us repent of nonsense, and so on. etc.. (...) The date it becomes a burden, a guardrail that prevents us from seeing that the story continues to unfold with the same basic line unchanged, without any sudden stops, as when the movies the tear film and has a range of dazzling light. So I hate the new year. I want every morning is a new year for me. Every day I deal with myself, and renewed every day. No day planned for the rest. Stops me choose me, when I'm drunk with busy lives and want to take a dip in the animal in order to draw new strength. No spiritual joists. Every hour of my life I was new, while referring back to the delay. No day of triumph for collective rhymes, in common with all the strangers that do not interest me ...

ANTONIO GRAMSCI

These words fully express what I think of holidays in general, but especially for those occasions "terminal" as the New Year, the farewell parties, reunions with the people who do not see for years, etc. ..

In these words there is a sense of hope, suggesting that only a philosopher can express and put on paper, read at the same time puts even more nostalgia and sadness for the things you've wanted to do and you did not do or have done, and above all no longer next to you your loved ones who have shared your life stories.

a thought to them with nostalgia.