31st december.
the 31st is like you're standing on the edge of this cliff, the very edge and once the clock strikes twelve it's a matter of chance. you fall down and once you stop, you're either at the bottom of another cliff or you're in the ocean, game over. if you get to a second cliff, then the next level starts - you have to run up that one until you get to the edge, symbolizing a year. sometimes you can't run, something's weighing you down, the ground beneath you could be fragile, you could slip and be brought down a little, meaning an injury either mentally or physically. either way, after that you keep going - keeping in mind this is a total chance game and this cliff could be shorter than you think/ocean could be after it. there's no possible way of knowing. after that you keep going until you reach the very edge- sometimes you don't want to let go, sometimes you have to. then once the clock strikes twelve, your fait is decided. another cliff. you'd keep going from cliff to cliff, meaning year to year until finally you're on your last cliff and reach the ocean. the story may seem over at the ocean but there's more to come, no one knows yet and once you do, you can't tell anyone what happens because you can't go back, can you? no, you can't. sometimes reaching the ocean could be peaceful, you've been waiting for it and it's quite pleasant, other times it could be rocky and jagged. but no one knows. there's no possible way of knowing, there's just this sense of impending doom looming over you as you get closer and closer to the edge and then...
ocean or cliff? your life choices decide for you.
that's my perspective on new year's.
