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Suckfest 2007 can draw to a close with fervent rapidity in my opinion. A year mired in crushing heartache, unpleasant surprises, half and mis-truths, pain (intentionally inflicted and otherwise), realizations of massive misconceptions and naivety on my part, resulting divisions (some imaginary, some not), career dissatisfaction, eye-opening awareness of a plethora of taradiddles that called to question years of pleasant comfortable certainties, panicked evacuations, subsequent fears, and ashy unpleasantness have made for an emotional wreckage that could have broken me completely in two.
Though discoveries of a Columbus nature in late Q407 have set my Santa Maria on a course that perhaps will someday give me pause in my aforementioned judgment. With a perspective that time alone can grace, perhaps 2007 will be viewed by future NirvanaMan as a year of great change and fortune. Perhaps a course correction was in fact necessary on several levels. Perhaps the career that lacks passion will lead to rewards richer than the treasures obvious of the new land. Perhaps a journey away from the tepid lakes and rivers of monotony towards the oceans deep will prove valuable in the monotony and comfort they vanquish. Perhaps I will learn that temporary pain and shock beats a lifetime lived in the dark. Perhaps enlightenment, personal salvation, and true happiness requires real communication between captains and crew alike. Perhaps I will have realized that the reward of occasional hedonistic indulgences should not be tainted with the disease of feigned moralities and judgment of the moment and convenience. Perhaps 2007 was in fact a good year after all.
Or maybe, just maybe, I will simply continue to enjoy fine b00bies and tacos and a spot of cognac and never give this a second thought.
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