And here we are again, trying our best to look back and look ahead.
As MW aptly put it - "I don't know what to reflect even."
Indeed, it seems like another bizarre year.
I guess to me, the recent years are slowly coming together to form a big, shapeless, formless, and colourless blob called "time-that-passed-without-me-realising-because-there-was-almost-nothing-to-help-me-tell-the-years-apart".
Despite the weirdness of this year, there were still several notable and impactful moments in my life (both positive and negative).
And of course, I'm still filled with gratitude whenever I think about the little, happy moments that happened because of the lovely people around me, and how we were able to overcome the shitty obstacles in life.
Truth is, as I age, the concept of "new year" becomes increasingly alien and maybe, to some extent, insignificant. Because deep down, I know that time exists on a continuum (maybe this goes back to the 'threshold' concept that I mentioned previously) so... that line you draw is essentially arbitrary. But this is such a dull way to think about it.
So, in the spirit of escaping that dullness that seems to plague me all the time, I shall try to muster some energy to dare to hope for a better 2022.
To be better able to navigate the storms,
better able to bounce back from adversity,
better able to love and care for people who matter,
better able to frame things / events positively, and
not forgetting to appreciate life as is - in all its beauty and ugliness (it's always about the coexistence of the two).
And with that, let's brave through 2022 together (side note: there are 3 '2's!! That's something worth feeling happy about!)
