Making sense of it all.

How sad that we stop believing in Father Christmas and grow up believing in little at all.
Commercialism has taken over and the mad scramble to buy presents as a way of announcing to ourselves that we amount to something because we can, is a sad reflection of what we have become. We value most things in how, what we do, esteems our persona and adds a point or two to our overall standing.
Watching a TV program depicting the struggle young children were facing as they fought cancer, the terrifying effect of the drugs they were given, the crazed helplessness of the parents listening hopelessly to the latest prognosis.
Just two worlds in this complex exposure we call life, so many twists and turns, so many back-ally's.
Christmas is a time of reflection. Another year has flown, full of both good and bad things, virtually all of them outside our ability to make any difference other than to take stock and in beginning a new year, understand that 'resolutions' will make little difference to the course of events and if we get shaken by the rapids we will also enjoy the tranquillity of the deep slow moving stream as it carries us along.
Perhaps we should be more in awe of the passing scenery and pay less attention to our involvement. Perhaps we are but flotsam in the gigantic river of time as the universe evolves in a way we have no hand in other than to make puny observations.
The intimacy we afford ourselves in all things observable brings us to the conclusion that we count for more than we are worth and that everything revolves around us.
What if we formed a view that we were no more special than the twig in the water buffeted this way and that by the currents, no more in charge of events, no special relevance, no prophetic insight.
That the creation of a special place within the events as they unfurl is based on 'chance' and that the forces around us which control the universal destiny is equally based of a mathematical slight of hand as if, through the equations, we have a hope in hell of making what we call sense of it all.