“….As market days are wearing late,
And folk begin to tak the gate,
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
An’ getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles…”
And folk begin to tak the gate,
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
An’ getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles…”
Following the Christmas celebrations, I was thinking about the run up to new year and the traditional Scottish link between Hogmanay and booze and it got me wondering how many folks indulge in a wee spot o’ mind altering substances (not just at this time of year but throughout the year). I thought about the different people using different methods - food, sport, booze, drugs, meditating, bodybuilding, sex, running and any other mood altering activity. If so many people are using one or other of these methods to get away or opt out of their normal hum drum life… is anybody actually having the great life we’re all not living?
Perhaps a ‘good life’ is nothing more than a big fat lie, like Santa. Each of us helping to build a delusion that a good life is possible… and each of us buy into it out of desperation that better times are just around the corner. What if this illusion of more, is as good as it gets? To admit that there is nothing really that great about life after all would be so depressing that we’d might be left with the conclusion that reading any meaning and purpose into human life is absurd, and who would want to raise a glass to that?
Happy New Year Readers
Good Luck with your Adventures in 2008!
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