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No need to celebrate New Year’s Eve with pomp to pin your meager hopes on the following year. You just have to think you’re a screenwriter. What if we took the opportunity to take our lives for sitcoms with multiple seasons?
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Let’s imagine life for two minutes without a common refreshment stand. Without the slightest moment to breathe, notice the disaster, swallow a cup like an aspirin, update our hopes and make fun of the balding brother-in-law. We would be dealing with lives that begin in the placenta and end in a cemetery, without the opportunity to count together the bursts of disappointments that we still have to digest as a society.
We would be much more exhausted than today.
Without this New Year’s checkpoint, our lives would just be blocks of hectic events without clear objectives, like Saturdays at Ikea and eternal rolls of PQ or a French comedy without end credits. Even Breaking Bad or Game of Thrones would have been undrinkable without the seasons that surround and characterize them.
This is often an opportunity to add characters and say goodbye to others. The best seasons are those which require us to disappear those we love the most. Which make us cry and laugh with the same intensity. The opportunity also to welcome new heroes, new intrigues, new adventures. And what does it matter if, sometimes, we have the impression that the last seasons are not always necessary.
What if we pretended that New Year’s was just the finale of a season? What if we made our lives into sitcoms that we love to hate?
Instead of praying that we’ll still be casting in 2025 and the asshole will be suicide by the great director of existence, let’s become the writers of our own sitcom. Let’s take advantage, then, of the last episode of this umpteenth season to give ourselves enough to pay for the teenager’s studies and support the absence of a parent in the next one. What if the main character moved to Miami? What if he stopped smoking, scrolling, whining, eating shit? What if he changed things or more simply the furniture?
What if he voted left, once, just to see?
Everything is possible.
On the other hand, as for the series Lostnothing will ever be more than a stunning success. There will always be big bad guys and cyclones to dampen desires and impetus. We also have to accept casting errors and poorly plotted plots. But the game is often worth the effort.
Trying to rejoice in a new year is believing very strongly that our series needs a new burst of episodes. And give yourself the means to continue to believe in it a little.
Shall we try? Come on… happy new year.
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