I believe in the human collective. I believe in being involved with something larger than myself (props to PeaceFires). Even though I avoid most people, I strive to make a stranger smile (usually with a complement) when I am out. I believe in humanity. I have to. I would never call myself an activist, but I believe in belonging to something larger than me. I have to. I have to believe. It’s part of who I am. I know I am not going to change the world by writing letters to my senators or congressman, but I do it. By sharing a smile, I am not about to make a difference in the plague that has so many of us spewing hate, but I do it. I do not believe in organized religion, so I practice as a solitary and on the full moons with peacefires. The celebrated calendar new year is not my new year and I’m not offended by the majority watching (and shouting during) traditional fireworks. I do eat pork, mashed potatoes and sauerkraut every new years day. In fact, I insist on it.
My favorite Buddhist told me that it starts with compassion and sometimes compassion means no. Resolutions are a thing of the past for me. I resolve to be grateful every day. I had resolved to start a meditation practice some 11 years ago and now it is part of my daily ritual. It is nothing special. We do not celebrate birthdays or most calendar holidays. They are, just another day. Our blood relatives are no one other than those who bore us and are, otherwise, estranged or have passed. We celebrate Pi day. We celebrate with something original, special (spoiling our children) on their anniversary around the sun. We not only celebrate but participate in the turning of the Wheel of the Year. Generally, we live our lives as simply as possible. Every day is a new adventure. Sometimes life is shitty. But it’s just another day.
We live the way we want to (within the conforms of society). We love how we love. We share what we have, if we have it to share. It doesn’t have to be a resolution. It can be a way of life.