Like countless others, Groundhog Day has maintained a special place in my heart. There’s some classic universal relation within. It provides as much philosophical depth as you’d like—particularly with time.

We only have so much afforded to us, as far as we know. What will we choose to enact during this existence? Strangely enough, the second of February might be good as any time to ask such questions.

When genuinely considered, the movie and the traditional cultural implications of this date beg us to to consider our intentions. The passing or continuation of winter solely serves as a marker within our collective conceptions.

We make of this world what we wish. With regards to our own lives, but also collectively, to our planet. With such a peculiar view of time on this day, what will we decide as fun, as necessary, as meaningful?