And here we are, all of us. We’ve almost made it to the end of another year.
We’ve lived through moments when we thought we couldn’t make it. Nights when it felt there would be no dawn. Times when we wished the world would end, but the mornings instead dawned cheerful and bright, burning our retinas. And we picked ourselves up the best we could and made it through another day. And then another, and another until the days weren’t so bad anymore. We’ve made it through everything we thought we could never survive. We’ve outlasted our sadness, outlived every envy. We’ve traveled from summer to winter, through spring and fall. We have been journeying around the sun, and within ourselves. And it’s hard to tell exactly which distance takes the longest to cover. But I think I know now. It takes the earth 365 or 366 days to complete a rotation around the sun. But the journey inward is infinite. I hope you have had a beautiful one, this year.
To be honest, I wanted to post this some time ago. On some date with some form of symbolism. On the last day of the week (To emphasise finality) or the first (Because ends are beginnings). But I realised that it meant relinquishing too much power to Time. Giving it the ability to dictate my life choices and decisions. There might be a right time for everything, but there is also never a wrong time.
So I’ve started to do now everything I wanted to do next year. Because in the end, isn’t now all we truly have? I am already making (somewhat big) plans for next year, but who’s to say I will be alive then to see them come to fruition? So I don’t want to let Time control me. It has enough of a hold on all our lives already.
Even so, I can’t deny that it is the end of a journey. I hope that, even now, even if your year hasn’t gone as you wanted it to, you can find something in it that has value to you. And if you can’t, then I hope you can find it in yourself to be grateful that the past year has provided a bridge between the past and the future. If it hadn’t been for this year, you would never be able to live through the next. And I hope you can forgive yourself for the times when you weren’t as good as you wanted to be. When you hurt someone or didn’t live up to your expectations.
It’s a new year ahead. Heck, it’s a new day ahead tomorrow. It’s a new life ahead now. Seize the day. Do what you fear doing most. Do what you want to do most. Do what you need to do most. Tomorrow is promised to no one. All we have is now.
And yet we live in hopes of seeing many more tomorrows. It’s a delightful little paradox.
I do not think wishes alone are enough to make dreams come true. But I believe they can help along the way. Help us not lose hope. Help us believe that our dreams can manifest into reality with enough hard work.
So, if I may, here are my wishes to you for the coming year. And because I’ve said so much already, I will only say this: This year, I hope you bloom. And if you have already, then I hope you continue to blossom throughout all of the seasons. And even if you don’t, that’s fine. That’s alright. You will bloom again.
Thank you to everyone who has been reading this blog this year, or the year before. You’ve all made the journey worthwhile. I’ve enjoyed reading you all, too. And I hope to see you all in excellent health next year for another trip around the sun.
I hope you all have the best end of year, filled with warmth and family.
See you all next year (Which is to say, in less than a week!)
Yours,
A.
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I did get my symbolism after all, by the way! Today’s first post was a repost of something I’d written a year back, representing the past. The second one represented the present. And this, the future. Haha, okay, I’m done rambling.
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