Another trip round the sun

So another trip around the sun comes to end today.

I’ve had 52 of them and often on a New Year’s eve I reflect about the past year and many times I have planned to make all these amazing changes over the next trip around.

The reality is maybe we can always keep changing or improving or searching for more, however you define improving or better or more, or we can realise that perhaps we are already the person we want to be and perhaps we can be content that we are already living the life we want.

There is always better or worse in the future, but it never happens because the future is an imaginary thing inside our own minds.

Life is now. Enjoy what you already have, don’t let’s be anxious about what might be.

We need a bit of nonsense

Often, our lives are full of the serious, the important, the urgent and so on, with little room for daydreaming, boredom, just ‘doing nothing’ time and most importantly what is termed by the serious who are fearful of it…doing or reading or making ‘nonsense’.

For those who know of him, Edward Lear wrote a book in 1846 entitled ‘The Book Of Nonsense’ and a great song that I loved hearing as a kind ‘The Owl and the Pussycat’ which was the inspiration for today’s ink drawing.

The whole book is full of, well, nonsense. It’s great as it allows our imagination to roam, it frees us of the restrictions of the serious world, it keeps us from being ‘grown-ups’.

Getting old happens in terms of age, growing up is optional. As is embracing nonsense and keeping away from serious, it’s a choice we can all make.

At the end of our journeys, very few will cherish all the moments of being serious, following the rules, staying within the lines and being too scared to let go.

After all, most things that challenge the status quo and change the world are written off as nonsense by society and those who have the most to fear.

I’ll leave you with the brilliant Edward Lear’s first verse of The Jumblies:

They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day,
In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, ‘You’ll all be drowned!’
The called aloud, ‘Our Sieve ain’t big,
But we don’t care a button! we don’t care a fig!
In a Seive we’ll go to sea!’
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.