The first day of the new year is a day of new beginnings. It's supposed to be filled with hope, enthusiasm, and good things to come: of warm fuzzy things and the excitement of new possibilities.
I agree with all of the things written above. But then, I have a different view of things. More of a morbid one.
I was writing my last will on the first day of the new year.
It's strange, isn't it? It's out of season, and even creepy.
Again, it's morbid, I know. But then, I have this strange urge to write it. I was thinking about Carpe Diem, seizing the day, or like the perpetual advice to live life like it's your last. I then thought, what if this is the last day of my life? Will they (the people who would take care of my corpse) know what I would like for my funeral? Would they know my ATM pin? My social security number? Would they know how to dispose of my stuff? If I am to think that any day could be my last, I need to be prepared.
But you can write your will at any other day; why do it in the first day of the new year? But if not now, then when? Plus, the antithesis between the first day of the year and the act of writing a will amused me greatly. It's the presence of irony that made me want to do it. Additionally, I'm not too big on New Year celebrations. This then led to other interesting thoughts.
Aside from the usual outlining of who to leave your stuff with, what kind of procedures you would like for your cadaver, and access to my very meager financial resources, I was hard-pressed to think of things to say to those I will leave behind. The truth is, I don't seem to have a lot of things to say aside from "Thank you" and "Sorry for the trouble." I was hoping for something more dramatic and cheesy to express, but all I could say were essentially those two phrases.
This lead to a very important realization: I tend to take things for granted. Is this living life "without appeal"? Surely, there's more to be said. There's more to be expressed, more to be made evident. Surely. And even if there's none to be said, there's still time to form new words. Surely. Writing your last will on the first day of the year just means you get to know outright whether it needs some editing along the way.
I agree with all of the things written above. But then, I have a different view of things. More of a morbid one.
I was writing my last will on the first day of the new year.
It's strange, isn't it? It's out of season, and even creepy.
Again, it's morbid, I know. But then, I have this strange urge to write it. I was thinking about Carpe Diem, seizing the day, or like the perpetual advice to live life like it's your last. I then thought, what if this is the last day of my life? Will they (the people who would take care of my corpse) know what I would like for my funeral? Would they know my ATM pin? My social security number? Would they know how to dispose of my stuff? If I am to think that any day could be my last, I need to be prepared.
But you can write your will at any other day; why do it in the first day of the new year? But if not now, then when? Plus, the antithesis between the first day of the year and the act of writing a will amused me greatly. It's the presence of irony that made me want to do it. Additionally, I'm not too big on New Year celebrations. This then led to other interesting thoughts.
Aside from the usual outlining of who to leave your stuff with, what kind of procedures you would like for your cadaver, and access to my very meager financial resources, I was hard-pressed to think of things to say to those I will leave behind. The truth is, I don't seem to have a lot of things to say aside from "Thank you" and "Sorry for the trouble." I was hoping for something more dramatic and cheesy to express, but all I could say were essentially those two phrases.
This lead to a very important realization: I tend to take things for granted. Is this living life "without appeal"? Surely, there's more to be said. There's more to be expressed, more to be made evident. Surely. And even if there's none to be said, there's still time to form new words. Surely. Writing your last will on the first day of the year just means you get to know outright whether it needs some editing along the way.
It was a creepy undertaking (no pun intended), but still entertaining and amusing. If this activity was good for anything, then at least it must be that.
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