In January, year is still young. Like a blushing bride; coquettishly hiding under the exquisitely delicate veil of possibilities, hopes and dreams, allowing but a tiniest glimpse into the future … eleven months of it yet to come.

Oh how we would love to unveil even the smallest corner, if only to take a peek into the unknown … into that which is yet to come.

Still; sometimes on the account of belief that future is not something already created for us, but rather something we are to create for ourselves and as such it cannot be glanced at, and sometimes on the account of belief that neither is the knowledge of the future given to us, nor it would do us any good to know what awaits us, we resign ourselves, (with various degrees of success), to the unknown.

While burdened with uncertainty, the unknown also holds promise, and with promise comes hope. Hope is what all the futures are made of. Even those that turn out bleak or undesirable, or even heartbreaking, once started as a shiny new hope. Hope is as essential to humans as is breathing air. Cessation of hope inevitably results in annihilation.  As history of humans shows; all dictators, as well as all clergy always knew that.

No other month of the year heralds our need for hope more vividly than January. While the month of the year might be different for different cultures and in different parts of the globe, the quintessential hope for better future at the beginning of each new year remains the same.

With annual celebrations of fare-welling the old and welcoming the new year over, we, mostly in western world, set out to de – clutter, detoxify/de -(insert whatever applies) our surroundings, and ‘healthify’ our lives by myriad of means. We declare ‘final’ ban on all our ‘sins’; over-eating, over-drinking, over-spending, over-sitting, over-(insert whatever applies).

Some make long lists, and set measurable goals, progress towards which is to be measured, preferably on colorful diagrams, throughout the year. Others declare to be fed up with all that nonsense and make resolution to not make ‘New Year Resolution.’

Popular media bursts with helpful articles on ‘How to Keep Your New Year Resolution Alive’, while shop windows display laud banners enticing us to join ‘New Year, New You’ frenzy, which of course cannot be embarked upon without the products designed to help us reach our new selves in no time and with minimal or no effort, (unsurprisingly; higher the price of the product – the less time/effort is required from us -:)!

Here in my little corner of the world, which a dear blogging friend of mine christened ‘Hobbiton’, January comes in the height of our summer, which of course means long holidays for most working people and our children.

As it is their nature, holidays lull us into that dreamy state when everything is possible, so our hopes, as well as our ‘resolutions’ live a bit longer. At least until we return to our daily grind, usually at the end of January, when first rains cool the air and obligatory shorts and jandals beach uniforms are swapped once again for the work-suitable-attires.

Be that as it may, while I am writing these lines, January is only little bit more than half way gone, so just like most of my counterparts, I am inclined to push those images to the very corner of my mind … after all there is a whole year ahead of me!

Not being ‘resolutions’ making type; my hopes and dreams remain rather simple and ordinary … as such they might have little bit more chance to translate into reality! Besides the year ahead of me will be the last year of my forties, and as Milos Kundera once said; ‘Alas, our human future is not childhood but old age.

And there is a comfort in that future; comfort of knowing that one’s job has been done; either splendidly or clumsily, and therefore one is no longer subject of expectations, subject of observations and evaluations. Audience becomes irrelevant, or non-existent, or both.

So one goes about one’s life with far less fuss and furore.

Sunrise brings a beauty on its own, just as it is, rather than being a beginning of a new day with new goals and schedules.

Children, as does my own child, go briskly about their own life with all the vigor and ambition we once held. They measure their independence by the length of the distance they manage to separate themselves from their parents. It is called ‘growing up’ and this summer I observed it in my own daughter with much love and motherly pride!

Books are read and movie watched for sheer pleasure, stripped of any pretentiousness.

In the theater of life we assume supporting roles, those of lesser exposure. Dimming of the lights agrees with our dispositions. We have been around long enough to know that brightness of the front row reflectors, while alluring, is also unforgiving. Shadows, on the other hand, offer many hues.

 And so does the hope.

Image; Courtesy of Google.


Author: Daniela

Reader, Writer, Mother, Freethinker, Habitual Day Dreamer, Blogger - Sharing Ideas, Poetry, Prose, and Conversations on the Lantern Post!

20 thoughts on “January”

  1. I love this post Daniela, except for the part about facing old age and “knowing that one’s job is done…” Speaking from the experience of one who has arrived at that delightful milestone I doubt my job will ever be done. I think the secret to a life well lived (at no matter what stage) is looking to new futures and meeting new challenges. Take heart. Your role may change and not grow dimmer but you will discover a surprisingly bright future.


    1. My dear friend,

      So nice to hear from you -:)! I really appreciate your comment, and truly hope that you are right in discovery of a surprisingly bright future … God knows I am rather overdue for one -:)!

      Take Care,


    1. Hello my friend!

      I would have guessed you belong to that group -:)! I do not make NY resolutions either … every day above the ground is a good day indeed!

      Take Care,


  2. Happy New Year Daniela !! 😀 Better late than never. Maybe you celebrate NY in NZ three weeks after the rest of us. Or has it been just one loooong party 😉
    I hope 2014 is a great year for you my friend. Ralph xox 😀


  3. Daniela, your writers craft has turned a well-worn New Year’s message into something special. I particularly liked:

    “And there is a comfort in that future; comfort of knowing that one’s job has been done; either splendidly or clumsily, and therefore one is no longer subject of expectations, subject of observations and evaluations.”

    I am not a great fan of ageing but you have definitely nailed one of the big advantages and this is exactly how I feel now.


    1. Thank you very much Malcolm! I am rather delighted with what you said as I am trying to first discover and then learn those, sometimes hard to identify, advantages of aging!

      Many thanks,


  4. Hi Daniela, so very nice to see you again on WP. It’s so strange, don’t you think, that we put so much attention on NY resolutions (well some do, I don’t) when we have 364 more days to live and make the best of? Each one is special and each one holds something for us to learn. It is an exciting journey if we look at it the right way.
    For myself I feel age is – simply a number and holds no sway – there anre enough other things to alter our lives 🙂
    Enjoy your year… it may be better than you thought possible. 🙂
    Susan x


  5. Hi Daniela, I have enjoyed your special interpretation of the new years resolution and wish you all the best for your year.
    best Regards


    1. Hi Bryce,

      What a surprise to ‘find’ you under the Lantern-:)

      Thank you very much for the best wishes, and I wish you all the best in the new year and beyond!

      Kind Regards,


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