Belated,
this post is, indeed, but it is better late than never.
So another
year ceases and a number is added up to the very known (and maybe never-changing)
four-digit set we use in the most varied ways every single day.
It still
feels like no time has passed since I last wrote my impressions of the preceding
year and my hopes for the just-born one.
Time has
been flying, it seems.
Oh Lord.
If eleven
is the number of rebirth, I sure put on my best efforts to recreate myself.
As the
pressure weighed much lighter, the nights were conquered, the sun shone brighter
and I felt the pride of finding important pieces of myself amidst the mazy
corridors of my always-cluttered undergrounds.
New
connections, new forms of touch, new spots of love.
And a
successful laboratory experiment on a revamped self.
Long skies
have also been crossed.
My sins
redeemed, my eyes shining bright before the flashing colours of a giant
extravaganza.
Warmer
lands, colder lands.
Hands that
have been let go in all best terms, although never a proper word of apology has
ever been said, for some words are better unspoken.
My emotions
crashed. My fears bubbled up. And suddenly, I was lost in a vacuum of space and
time.
I am so afraid.
And as the
year was slowly deceasing, the sun was touching the warm waters of Northeast,
to where I marched in an endeavour to clean off the dirty spots in my soul and
renew my energies.
Dressed in
all white, I welcomed the New Year and witnessed the Sun's first rising of
January, praying for the best.
Now, what
do I hope?
Changes,
good changes.
For life is
movement, and I am itching to sway to the next step.
For the
cheers must continue, but I ought to get back in track from where I left
off, not too long ago.
For the
answers to my questions must be chased after.
For my
selfishness must be superseded.
In spite
all the glorious and glamorous moments of 2011, the brand new 2012 started in
the middle of a dusty background of pure mess and confusion.
It is time,
now, to unclutter the room and find out what lays ahead.
Random, it
all is by now – actually, I believe that randomness is, indeed, an unchanging part of my existence.
All solutions are yet to be unveiled and the paths to be followed are yet to be discovered.
All solutions are yet to be unveiled and the paths to be followed are yet to be discovered.
This, however,
is purely daring and fires me up for the challenge.
I breathe in courage and all good hope, while I feel blessed and emboldened to move forward.
Time to
write history.
Oh, dear reader, I wish you nothing but the
best in 2012.
Cheers!
x
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