A
day with family. A
day with friends. A
day with tears,
or a day full of joy. There
is nothing intrinsically valuable about a holiday, no bells or whistles that come with a date. Every celebration is stamped with the mark of some previous
event, but there is no anniversary that can
honestly write its own attributes on a résumé.
Presidents’
Day is for this countries great leader, Christmas for the birth of the baby Savior, Jesus Christ –
though the actual date of the occurrence is probably far from the celebration. Some holidays are pointless confusions of true history, like Valentine’s
Day for instance.
Why do we remember a massacre with flowers and chocolates? Others hold supreme importance; Easter: the day our Savior chained Death and the Grave in their
place. But what is a holiday if not a memory?
History is ineffectual if not recalled. But each of us has our own histories, and therefore, should we not have our own holidays? Each and every moment that passes – minutes of joy, sorrow, peace,
understanding,
forgiveness,
realization,
and acceptance – leaves a lasting impression on our lives. Remind yourself of the moments.
Do not let your history control you. Make your own holidays.
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