Ending December 2019 / Beginning January 2020

In the end, there will be only three days. Three hundred sixty-two days will have come, gone leaving forgotten memories from the folklore of the forlorn. The calendar has wound down to that. The next page starts a new year. The new year greeting us is 2020 which is a number that denotes perfect vision. Each year we ask what will the New Year bring? Will it be a good sweet year or a year filled with sorrow and woe for reasons we are not privy to. Is it possible the year will start out one way and suddenly without a hint or warning dire or not it, our lives spinning on the Earth’s axis will change perhaps never to be normal again? Some for the better while for some others for the worst. “ I listen to the wind. The wind of our soul. Where I’ll end up, well, I think only G-d really know.”-The Wind-Cat Stevens.

Who will live and who will die? Will there be more war or shall peace prevail? Are we better to the giving in or the acceptance of such or giving in to digging our heals into the sand to fight for less hunger, a cure for more diseases or man coming together with man to reunite the world to move to better places on higher plains? We must put goodness into our souls by inhaling them into our lungs with steep dedicated breaths. A new year that brings a new chance to get it right. For the sake of there being a world in the future, we must start now. Tears of sincerity coupled with smiles of kindness will be the foundation for the catalyst of change.

Flipping the pages backward we see the days, the weeks, the months that disappeared seemingly in seconds. There was more than perhaps we could have done but did not. Love that was left unclaimed from never having been sent by words or meetings of eyes where love was shown but never noticed. Certainly, there must have been time and space for love. We build our fortunes via bonds, worthless precious metals but there was no time for good. No hand had time to gently lift somebody off the ground to provide hope to show somebody cares. Do you or did you care that nobody cared? When you sat around at your dinner table or a booth in the coffee shop down the street where that homeless man sits waiting for a few coins to drop into his nearly crushed cup could you have paused to solemnly conclude it could have been you sitting there in those urine-stained tattered clothes? He has no place to be going to but you do. But why? How is there still hunger in America? We can effortlessly shoot a deer in cold blood or destroy a fetus that may have been a messenger of change but the poor are left to be poor while the hungry still go hungry. So time went by without notice but only now you wonder where it went. How much of your life is now unrecoverable?

“All the rivers are givers to the ocean. According to plan, according to man. There’s a chance peace will come in your life please buy one. There’s a chance peace will come in your life please buy one.” –Peace Will Come (According To Man) –Peace Will Come-Melanie.

Golda Meir:

Don’t be so humble – you are not that great. … We cannot forgive them for forcing us to kill their children. We will only have peace with the Arabs when they love their children more than they hate us. … then it seems to me that that is sufficient, and maybe what you will be is only a matter of chance.

Once so very long time ago our world reverberated with love for all. The animals freely roamed in the forest stopping only to drink from crystal clear mountain streams. I know it was so. Perhaps I a dreaming a utopian dream but maybe it can be again. Lay down our arms while holding our babies to the brightly lit sky as if to say here is what is most precious. They did not ask to be born. Can we at least give them a world they can live without fear of hatred fueled violence that rips life away while placing it in the mouths where it is greeted by the steel fangs of death who will eat it alive chew it to pieces while spitting out the rest?

The bombs lay buried beneath the ground…..waiting  Constructed of the most deadly material man in his quest to kill while his conquers are poised to strike wreaking he-l- fire from all over reducing flesh to smoot to be scattered amongst the ruins. In another land, more deadly bombs await the signal to lift off to swiftly reach their target programmed to destroy all living or not. More lands have more bombs that too stand in preparedness to strike at will. So many weapons of war to destroy them before they can destroy us. Build more bombs that come anywhere anytime. Why is there this fierce frantic race to create the most deadly of weapons to kill us while we kill them as others salivate at the chance to kill both of us? If there is no world left to rule who needs to rule the world?

Whilst I look out the frosted windows there is the sight of the freshly fallen white virgin snow as yet untouched by man. Not a footprint nor a fingerprint has been implanted save for the gray squirrel on a scavenger hunt for food. Each branch proudly displays its new coat for the people to see while we stand underneath waiting for the snow to greet our shoulders with plenty to spare for our tounges to taste. Sweetness beyond compare. While the icy cold wind rips through our threads rapidly descending into our bones we are reminded nature controls us not the other way around. There is stillness in the snowy nighttime sky with a prevailing sense of calm with each flake the dances the ballet before floating down to the ground.

Of 2020 we do not yet know. Will we carry forth the rudiments of hatred from 2019?  Man was not born evil but evil, wicked and corrupt he became. He discovered what he had while noticing others had more. What they had he needed to have a need to have. There will be another precious diamond crowned jewel that will bring the strongest of men to their knees. Under the heat of the spotlight, he will sweat and squirm but the truth will go to the grave with him. The lies men told for the love a girl with golden braided hair. She cannot conceive but others will for her. This woman can be any woman but where will be her place in the year of perpetual perfection that will not be.

 “All my life I’ve been waiting for

I’ve been praying for

For the people to say

That we don’t wanna fight no more

There will be no more wars

And our children will play

One day”  

                                                           ~One Day, Benny Friedman

In the end, a lonely loveless man waits for his new day never knowing when that will be. Here he sits alone with his tears wondering what will become of him and what became of them. He has no dreams or one that he cares to remember. There were things he did never meaning to create sorrow. Now he sits by a fire in quiet solitude preferring to let it end this way. No news is news he needs to know anyway. It matters not who he is or was. In the blink of an eye with a twist of a tear, we can become him if we are not already.

Monday, November 11th, 2019 is marked as Veteran’s  Day. We pay homage to those who gave it all in the noble cause of freedom. The fight was not one they chose yet they fought to protect our cherished land where we live each according to our own. It was man against his fellow man. Neither knew each other but a fight to the death was the only way. Those who returned relive those days of torture in restless nights repeatedly waking in pools of sweat. Here they rot in a country that has little use for them but cherishes them nonetheless. It is on this day be we for or against war owe them our deepest respect is to be afforded them.

Counting by one 20 follows 19. One plus twenty is next year where we hope to continue our lives in.


Joel Elveson
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  1. I had already commented on this article on November 12th.
    The suggestions that are proposed are many, one almost prophetic one: when, in fact, among the possible alternatives of a new year you indicate, reasonably, also the one that could give us “some pain and trouble for reasons we are not aware of”, it seems almost you could have foreseen (unconsciously, or rather with the awareness that each new year brings with it both gay moments and moments of pain) this pandemic that is afflicting the world.
    Your article is a message of hope and commitment for all for a better world, from many points of view.
    Thanks Joel and take care of yourself.

  2. Thank you again, Joel, for your excellent and most thought-provoking article. First of all, I love your metaphor for the 2020 vision and year. Perhaps, there are no coincidences. Next, I love your reflections about humankind and how an innocent baby is born a certain way, but due to many forces can become corrupt and wreak havoc on a smaller and larger scale. Finally, thank you for acknowledging those who defended us. Many have endured symptoms of PTSD, and sadly and heroically, some gave the ultimate sacrifice. I thank the military when I see them. There is far more I can dissect here, but time is always of the essence. Thank you again, and glad you are back!💖

    • Darlene, I love your comment but I must admit I am a little shy when it comes to words such as what you wrote. For better or worse this article was written back in November so I am not quite sure what it was supposed to be about.

    • Thank you L. Aruna for reading my article not to mention your very kind, beautiful, and insightful comment .

  3. Thank you for an absolutely compelling message, Joel. You painted vivid pictures that actually gave me goose-pimples. I loved your uplifting words, “We must put goodness into our souls by inhaling them into our lungs with steep dedicated breaths.

    Too often, we do not take the time to stop and appreciate things, big and small. If we learn to see the beauty, the gratefulness, and the appreciation in the big and small, we learn to live a life of gratitude, and we learn the lesson that we have a great deal to be thankful for.

    “Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos into order, confusion into clarity…Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.” – Melodie Beattie

    • Thank you, Jonathan, for the time you invested to read and comment on my article which I was ready to trash as in my estimation it was not very good. I completely agree with you in that we do not take even a precious few minutes to appreciate all things big and small along with the beauty that surrounds us. On another note, it is great to see you writing as it fits you like a glove. I hope you will continue to write. Take care and be well.

  4. Poetically powerful as ever, Joel. “Tears of sincerity coupled with smiles of kindness will be the foundation for the catalyst of change.” also stood out most for me. Yet it also brings to mind Rabindranath Tagore’s “If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars’.”

  5. Joel…
    “Tears of sincerity coupled with smiles of kindness will be the foundation for the catalyst of change.” In all your deep and moving reflections here…this stood out to me. Empathy and love….we can learn from these powerful reflections.. we are not alone. Fresh fallen snow tells us so on the sidewalks so many use….
    Thank you so very much for these reflections of one person can invoke many in others.
    “2020 in sight and view…
    what past in days,
    what moments reviewed…
    In now we know
    and live with you!”#opism
    Just inspired by reading “you”. Thank you! Gratitude, respect, appreciate and care!
    Amen my dear man?????????❤️

    • That’s so good Joel! I’m up here in the North thinking of you. Have a blessed day! Keep smiling! And keep warm! Lol

    • Paula, I hope you realize how much goodness and kindness lay within your soul.
      It has gotten cold down here but I consider this to be a “sneak preview” as Winter arrives next month.

    • Valerie, I hope all is well with you. Thank you for taking the time out from your day to read my article. Your comment about war is sadly all too true. Despite what many say you never “win” a war as there is so much that is lost along the way.

  6. Time for greetings, good intentions, hopes for a better future. Once upon a time, first in the standings, good health and then good luck, the hope of eternal love, of happiness, or rather, the desire for serenity. Today, in the first place there is the hope of good health. Which is what those who sacrificed their lives to guarantee freedom and democracy, or those who lost their lives in the extermination camps without having another guilt to possess their own identity, or those poor boys who yesterday in Iraq, a deadly bomb built by the hand of man, will force to live with problems of physical disability. We will never forget these things if we want to build a better world.
    And then? There are many other endless hopes that start from the hearts of those who no longer have a job, of those who have been cheated, of those who are afraid of acts of terrorism and of those who were used to a quality of life more in keeping with the needs of the person.
    How things change and how it becomes increasingly difficult to see the glass half full. Of course, seeing life from a different perspective is part of a person’s character, from his sensitivity, from the mood dictated by the moment and from the eternal vision of life that can be interpreted by pessimist (realistic?) or optimistic (superficial?). Who knows! And then there are irrefutable facts that go beyond what determine certain personal life philosophies. But on the night of December 31 of each year it is right to put aside the sadness experienced in the year that is about to end, rightly thinking of the hope of a better, more purposeful year. The best that is yet to come and that leaves us all the negativity behind and makes us open to trust.
    After all, people want what an unquestionable right: respect for the person and their daily life. He wants the job, he wants to be able to build a family peacefully, to have a home and start again in a world where the economy starts to pulsate in a concrete way. This is what people are asking. But this evening of December 31st, let’s not think about it, let’s stroke the idea that everything happens by magic. Let us abandon ourselves to the toasts that exorcise the hope that everything will improve. Let us exchange sincere wishes that depart and arrive directly to the heart. Let’s move together and think about our desires, our long-lulled dreams that will come true in the coming new year. The dream. Each with its own history, with its own life path, with its own disappointments, but also with the desire to never give up. Pope Francis urged us not to let us steal hope, and between a toast and another we try to follow his advice.

    • Aldo, it is been a long time since I have had the pleasure of reading your always excellent and astute commentary. In your comments, there is not only a keen understanding of what I wrote but there is also poetry. Please take the time to realize the many talents that you have. Thank you, Aldo

    • Joel,
      it is always a pleasure to hear you and “collect” your appreciation.
      Now I have decided to try to make some contributions directly on BIZCZTALIST 360 ° (and not through LinkedIn), without any claim of course, it is “thoughts”, not brilliant stories.
      For your information, since I had some problems with the TIM mailbox, I changed my e-mail address which is now: [email protected], and I’m gradually communicating to everyone.
      Friendliness, Aldo

    • Aldo, please alert me when you have posted an article so I can make sure I read it. The fact that you are going to put your talent into writing is great news to me.