31st Dec 2015. The last day of the year.
Like all the lasts, I think there's something really romantic about the last day of the year. It gives you a sense of closure. It encourages you to put behind what happened in the preceding 364 days. It gives you hope for a better tomorrow. And more than anything else, it reminds you just how fast time flies.
I mean, it was only yesterday that I first entered college. And here I'm, closing in on what will be the last winter break of my college life, doing what I love best on the last day of the year; reminiscing about the year gone and the chances lost.
In a lot of ways, 2015 has been a watershed year. At least for me on a personal level. It is an year where I learnt something new every day. I learnt not everything lasts forever; that fairy tales, more often than not, are a stuff of dreams. I learnt publishing a book is not everything and doesn't really get you anywhere. I learnt what disappointment actually feels like, and what is it like to nurse a broken heart. Not the kind that kids get from a failed relationship. But the kind you get from failing to fulfil your own expectations. I experienced loss, and the astonishing power of time to heal just about anything. I also realized how time doesn't stop for anyone, and that one day the absence of someone wouldn't really trouble you anymore.
But most important of all, I discovered faith. The kind of faith that does not ask for anything apart from belief. The kind of faith that tells you this too shall pass. The kind of faith where you know you're not alone. I discovered faith doesn't mean believing in a higher power. It doesn't mean believing in someone else's hallucination. It does not mean believing in something that cannot be explained. It simply involves having the belief that everything happens for a reason, and everything happens for good. That the one person you choose to put your faith in wouldn't leave your side even when everyone else does. And for discovering that kind of faith, I shall forever be grateful to 2015.
But there's something really romantic about every Last. We waste an entire year doing nothing, and then suddenly we find it's December already, and then before we know, the year changes. And we suddenly realize how much time has passed by.
And then we tell ourselves how the coming year would be different. And then the coming year becomes this year. And then the year past. And this is life.
So with a profound sense of humility, I bid adieu to 2015, knowing that at the end of the day, tomorrow is just another day, and the only thing that'll really change is the date.
Like it changes every day.
Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.
Like all the lasts, I think there's something really romantic about the last day of the year. It gives you a sense of closure. It encourages you to put behind what happened in the preceding 364 days. It gives you hope for a better tomorrow. And more than anything else, it reminds you just how fast time flies.
I mean, it was only yesterday that I first entered college. And here I'm, closing in on what will be the last winter break of my college life, doing what I love best on the last day of the year; reminiscing about the year gone and the chances lost.
In a lot of ways, 2015 has been a watershed year. At least for me on a personal level. It is an year where I learnt something new every day. I learnt not everything lasts forever; that fairy tales, more often than not, are a stuff of dreams. I learnt publishing a book is not everything and doesn't really get you anywhere. I learnt what disappointment actually feels like, and what is it like to nurse a broken heart. Not the kind that kids get from a failed relationship. But the kind you get from failing to fulfil your own expectations. I experienced loss, and the astonishing power of time to heal just about anything. I also realized how time doesn't stop for anyone, and that one day the absence of someone wouldn't really trouble you anymore.
But most important of all, I discovered faith. The kind of faith that does not ask for anything apart from belief. The kind of faith that tells you this too shall pass. The kind of faith where you know you're not alone. I discovered faith doesn't mean believing in a higher power. It doesn't mean believing in someone else's hallucination. It does not mean believing in something that cannot be explained. It simply involves having the belief that everything happens for a reason, and everything happens for good. That the one person you choose to put your faith in wouldn't leave your side even when everyone else does. And for discovering that kind of faith, I shall forever be grateful to 2015.
But there's something really romantic about every Last. We waste an entire year doing nothing, and then suddenly we find it's December already, and then before we know, the year changes. And we suddenly realize how much time has passed by.
And then we tell ourselves how the coming year would be different. And then the coming year becomes this year. And then the year past. And this is life.
So with a profound sense of humility, I bid adieu to 2015, knowing that at the end of the day, tomorrow is just another day, and the only thing that'll really change is the date.
Like it changes every day.
Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.
