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The roads rustle by...

At the start of each New Year, I feel like everything is about to start anew...sometimes this feeling amazes me...after all, though Time is a continuous and fluid entity, human perception of it is conveniently compartmentalised, compressed into neat and comprehensible units, to organise the chaos of existence into maneagable bits...and even though the ushering in of the New Year is one which simply involves the Earth completing its daily rotation, another cycle of the sun and moon coordinating with the hemispheres, Life feels like it has been wrung out of the washing machine, dried and starched, the new emerging from the old, and ironed for use...so if I continue using the analogy of the beginning of the year as a neatly washed and ironed garment, each new experience adds its own crease...not to rumple it up into a state of disarray, but to signify the fact that the garment is being used, being worn, that life is being lived, to the brim to fulfil its infinite potential...so at the end of the year, the more crumpled the garment is, the happier one should be, as it indicates a life laden with events, activity and meaning...sometimes there is delight in disorder...as long as the creases on the garment do not necessarily cause creases between our eyebrows ...hopefully.