Time

“Happy New Year,” I heard someone say to someone else in the restroom this morning, and for the first time, I heard the words echo into a corridor of years, past and future. I pictured the same two people in an endless, annual succession of New Year’s greetings. This is how people find themselves staying in jobs forever. This is how ten, twenty years pass so quickly. One simple greeting to acknowledge the passage of time, another click along the wheel, and then life continues.

I don’t want that to be me.

Perhaps one of my New Year’s resolutions will be to resume my search for a goal.