The chop

So January is over already. We are one twelfth of the way to the next new year, and I've acheived nothing so far. Perhaps I should go by the Chinese calendar, in which case the new year starts...tomorrow? And it's the year of the dog this time around. The same year as I was born, so perhaps that bodes well. Or ill. If you believe in that sort of thing, anyway.

I had a moment of perspective today, though. Thinking of how big a year is and how much we have left, I experienced, almost, a moment in which I had a bigger view of things. Like I was looking at my life from the outside. It didn't last very long, so I unfortunately did not gain any particular curls of wisdom. Anything I can say will no doubt have been said before anyway.

I can say this, though. I wish I could live in that state constantly. Forever viewing things impartially and detachedly. I suspect things would be far less difficult, although maybe a little more boring. I'd just love to have no emotional investment in things. Not to care about little things that currently get me so upset. Maybe I should just amputate the emotional centres of my brain.