I know. I haven’t written for quite some time now. The past few weeks have been unbelievably busy! Quite a rollercoaster ride, come to think of it. From new beginnings – a couple of weddings followed by the birth of my niece, and a new job – to journey’s end – the passing away of a dear friend; from never-ending festivities to preparations for Advent and even a rock concert….a rather dramatic finish to the year!
And if that was not enough, this also happens to be my favorite time of the year. Festivities apart, it’s a time I like to keep aside to quietly reflect upon the year gone by, and to dream and make plans for the coming year. And I continue to do that year after year, as I had always been a stickler for tradition. Hmmm. I was quite rigid about some of them, come to think of it. And that brings me to the point of this blog.
Tradition. Christmas, as we know it, is a time of tradition and this is THE one time in the year that traditions take precedence over everything. As the beautiful lines from The Fiddler on the Roof go:
“Because of our traditions
We have kept our balance for many, many years
Because of our traditions, everyone knows who he is”
I quite agree. Traditions are good as long as they last and especially when they bring joy and meaning to life. For some, tradition is the glue that holds families together. For some, tradition is something that needs to be done at a certain time of the year, or a certain time in life. For some, tradition is something that you pass on to the next generation, like a precious heirloom. So yes, I don’t deny that traditions are an important part of our existence. They help us stay connected to our roots and remind us of the very reason for our existence – who we are, where do we come from and what kind of individuals we are going to be.
For me, it was not any different. The ones that revolved around family and holidays were most precious. They gave me a sense of security and stability, and were the only constant in the changes within and around me…for a long, long time.
Talking about tradition, there are two kinds: those that outlive you and the other kind, the ones that you outlive.
I am talking about the second kind. (The traditions of my childhood, and youth perhaps). What I am trying to say is that there comes a time, in everyone’s life, I guess, when you know that you have outlived the tradition. Maybe because you changed direction, or maybe because you’ve been too busy, or maybe simply because you KNOW you need to let go of the old, and make way for the new.
The realization dawned on me a few days ago when I was in the midst of a ferocious spring-cleaning at home. Maybe some part of me realized that I needed to clean the cobwebs around me. Throw out the clutter. Exorcise. No more holding on to things, people, traditions that have no meaning in my life.
Or let me put it this way: I guess its time to make new ones. (Yes, yes, I know. It’s Christmas time, and a time for traditions, so –yes- I- see- the- irony!) I am looking forward to it actually – new traditions and the promise they hold…
So here’s to tradition – old and well, in my case, definitely new!