For Auld Lang Syne

Such is life that the crowd that adorns the halls of our present may yet not have decked the halls of our yesteryear, nor may stay for the halls of tomorrow. Be this as it may, I will not bemuse myself to say that this is transient and fleeting. While I have explained this as such before, and in many ways it still is, there is a deeper force at work.

We spend our lives defining ourselves by who is around us right now or those that have shaped our lives provided that they left in a non-egregious manner. What about those that challenge us to our core and leave our lives with a bitter taste in our mouth. Don't they deserve the same affection? For it is them that inspire and motivate us to strive to better ourselves. Each and every person spends their lives dancing to an often melancholy tune through the interplay of strands that we weave to form the web of our lives. Yet, we so quickly dismiss these strands as our own or that they do not matter, and it let it pass out of tangible reality.

Today, though, I sing the Old Scottish folk tune "Should old acquaintances be forgot, and never brought to mind, should old acquaintances be forgot, and auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne." Though time may pass, let us not forgot who has helped us to where we are, let us not forgot our place. Though each of us is but a mere shrub in the jungle of life, even every shrub acts as a beacon of life for thousands of creatures.