January is here, and we are knee deep in the crash and craze of Newness. I wonder what the earth thinks of our tumultuous occasion of the New Year, of our declaration of newness, as the planet rotates and circles the sun just like it did the day before, and as we all eat, sleep and breathe, just like we did the day before.
But the day and the month of this New Year, however physically intangible, are still significant as they beckon to us the chance for things fresh and new. New beginnings, new resolutions, new diets, and new haircuts- outward actions for inward desire- a chance to begin again.
This fad of Newness, though seemingly harmless, even beneficial to most, carries with it a secret layer most “new-doers” fail to see. Deep within the push for newness lies the roots of cynicism, of sardonic pride, or the desire to forget what is past. The Newness movement cries for the removal of the old, as though old is distasteful and worthless. We are to be new creatures, entirely independent of the old ones, and to remember the old is to refuse change. And in this letting go, this pushing out, this discarding of the old, we are taking away all the value we gain from becoming new. Does the earth not build on every day past to survive this new day?