A friend of mine, after reading the voices of reactions to yet another beloved celebrity’s passing, wrote “who says 2017 is going to be better? the grass isn’t always greener.”
I read it and shook my head. While I get what she is saying, I also think she is missing the point of why people are frustrated with the year. I think she is missing why people look longingly at 2017 and wish for its arrival.
While yes, 2017 could be worse. 2017 represents a new hope. 2017 represents a new year – a new chance of things being better than they were.
After a few comments, she expanded on her post by saying that she is baffled by anyone who wants time to go faster – who wants to forgo precious time with friends and family – who are flippant about the time they have in this world?
Ironically, no one who is posting these comments about 2016 is posting it because they want to die earlier or have friends and family die too soon. They are sick of death. They are sick of bad news. They are sick of seeing childhood heroes and musicians providing the soundtrack to life pass before their time. They are sick of watching crazy unfold only to have an even crazier ending that leaves everyone speechless and scratching their collective heads wondering WTF just happened?!
While personally, 2016 had its good points and bad ones for me, I look at the news each day and wonder who is going to honored for their passing today. I wonder which international country did something that made us all go “WHAT?!” (Brexit, anyone?) I’m sick of waking up for 11 months of election nightmare and watching that drama unfold in a way that will have consequences. I’m sick of hearing human stories that leave me wonder what the hell is happening.
“But you cannot have the good without the bad,” another friend said, “so you have to be willing to have bad too.”
That reminds me of a phrase that makes people like Brene Brown shake her head: “waiting for the other shoe to drop.” The idea that if something good happens, you must eagerly await the bad because not everything in life can be good.
It’s all bullshit. Life is not a carefully crafted dramatic fiction piece where the happy family moment is ended because of a tragic death because life can’t be too happy.
Life can be more good than bad, and that does diminish the good. Life is about getting back up when bad happens. But also knowing when to cry uncle when you need to.
Right now, people are crying uncle on this year.
We’re crying uncle on losing David Bowie, Arnold Palmer, Alan Rickman, Gene Wilder, and Glen Fry. We are crying uncle on losing Nancy Regan, Abe Vigoda, Robert Horton and Garry Shandling. We are mourning Patty Duke, Prince, Mohamad Ali, and Gary Marshall. We said goodbye to Florence Henderson, and Ron Glass. And John Glenn and Allan Thicke and Zsa-zsa Gabor and George Michael and now Carrie Fisher. And this only names a few.
There are been way too many.
No one is crying uncle on life. No one is crying uncle on living.
Just on losing people who give us light when times are dark -and gave us hope when we had none.