So, as expected, I was dwelling on how quicky a year of married life has passed by and how a birthday is rapidly approaching and suddenly, I realized, we measure too many years in a span of 365 days.
Every year, as the First of January approaches, we pull out our new diaries, make new resolutions and/or scoff at those who earnestly make resolutions and we talk of a year that went by. Last years chill, last years party, last years friends and new acquaintances. And we look at the year past and think of how the new year will be oh so different. And then we go back to the same job, the same friends, the same eccentricities and nothing ever seems to change and life goes back the way it was.
Every year as landmark festivals approach (Sankranthi (Pongal), Holi, The regional or lunar new year, Diwali) we think back on the year past and as we celebrate with those we have always celebrated and miss those always missed, we talk about a new year. And the comparisons with the year past…
Every year as we celebrate birthdays, we suddenly seem to want to take stock of what life has to offer. What we’ve accomplished so far and suddenly, age related milestones seem to crop up. More veggies we say. Less alcohol some say. More alcohol, this is our last chance before we grow up, others say. No more romance novels I say. And life seems to change for a moment as the numbers increment and we grow older. But everything comes back to being the way it was the very next day.
And now, with a new milestone to mark every year, I wonder what there is to look back on as we celebrate our first anniversary in a couple of weeks. What do married couples really look back on? What do husband and wife look forward to every year that they don’t every day of their lives? What’s new really as we celebrate a year of being married? How is a year different from a month? How is tomorrow different from yesterday?
Things change so subtly that it’s hard to figure out the exact point at which the change happened. Life just goes on, whether we like it or not. We’re older, wiser, stupider, more married, less emotional, more patient, less worried, chasing our own tails, feeling important and being baffled by the world all at once. When does life stop for a second, really, so you can take stock?
Strangely unromantic to not want to mark my first anniversary and scream from rooftops, I guess. But I find it stragely romantic that no day is more special than the other. All days are created equal…