Every year there are traditions tied to celebrating the new year, including Times Square, a glittering ball that drops at midnight, and toasting glasses of champagne. There is one other tradition that marks the holiday for me as much as these do. That is the New Year's Twilight Zone marathon.
I'm a big Rod Serling fan. Every year I try to catch at least a few of the back-to-back episodes as shown over a 24-hour block of time. What absolutely amazes me is that for the number of years I've been doing this, I still tune in and catch an episode I've never seen before.
That's what happened today. The plot centered around a 36-year-old vice president of media at a NYC ad agency, successful, wealthy, but who was experiencing a nervous breakdown. He'd basically left the city and headed to the town where he had grown up, and to which he hadn't been to in years. About a mile away from his destination, his car breaks down and, while it's getting repaired, "Martin" decides to walk the rest of the way. Little did he know he'd be walking one mile forward and 25 years backwards in time.
He finds his boyhood home, frightens his parents, but even more so freaks out the younger version of himself when he chases him to deliver a critical message - the boy must enjoy this summer because it will be the most wonderful time he'll have for the rest of his life. Basically, this is as good as it gets. As Martin pursues his younger self to give him this sage advice, the boy falls off the carousel and breaks his leg.
"Martin" sits down distraught. Everybody has left the scene, but his father finds him. "I thought you'd like to know that the boy will be okay," he tells him, while handing back the wallet accidentally dropped at his home. "Martin" realizes his father knows he has traveled there from the past.
Why did you come back here? his father wants to know.
I don't know, "Martin" tells him. My life had gotten to crazy. I needed to get away, to just stop and breathe. Maybe I needed to come back here to be able to experience a merry-go-round again, hear a concert in the park, eat cotton candy, relive the time in my life when things were wonderful.
"Well," his father tells him, "I think there are merry-go-rounds, band concerts, and cotton candy where you're from. Maybe you're looking for them in the wrong places. You've been looking behind you, Martin. Try looking ahead."
As I write this, the first day of 2009 has just come to a close. The holiday is over, and reality will begin to sink in. Most likely it's going to be a tough year. Many will start the year stuck in what's happened during the last few months. It's hard not to.
But it's important to remember to keep looking ahead. The best years aren't over, but there may be a year or two ahead that will demand an extra dose of tenacity, lots of adversity, maybe even some bravery and courage, and a lot of faith. But through it we will learn new things, find new ideas, and somewhere in front of us discover the next merry-go-round , with its galiant steeds rising up and going down with a comforting rhythm, inviting us to climb on board for the next ride of our lives.