Seasons Something

First off, best Holiday wishes to you and yours over the next few days. I know that I’ve been caught up in the commercial insanity of the season (try going to Best Buy the weekend before Christmas and you’ll see what I mean), and I have yet to really find time to sit down and think about more meaningful things (family, friends, etc.). I hope you don’t have the same problem this year.

It’s been very easy for me to be cynical about this Christmas, which is a bit of an oddity. In the past, I’ve always felt that Christmas somehow managed to transcend a lot of the commercialism that surrounds it. This year, however, I have yet to really feel that. The magic of the season has yet to kick in. I’m not sure if it’s due to anxiety of current events, or just the recent trend of intense self-analysis that I’ve been experiencing.

It just seems harder this year to look beyond myself, to scrape away the facade that our society insists on glazing over everything, and peer into deeper meanings and truths. It’s a sad thing when the most spiritual act I’ve done all week is go see The Two Towers. More than ever, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to it all than this. There’s more to me than this. There should be more to me than this. I point my finger at people who settle for less, who settle for trivial things or seek to fill the holes in their lives with crap. But I’m no different.

But I should be.