Last day of the year today, seems different from all last days few years back. I am not the sentimental type, but certainly something is not the same. Trying to figure it out is like pressing the play button on my memory bank of past events.
Dancing through, down the waltz of memory lane is like watching a movie on a winter night. The absence of identification to any of all those scenes feels so real, sending a tingle of wonder down the spine and up above.
Yet, it numbs the entire of me, it is like I am there watching, without sensation, without any senses. At awe, stupefied.
Things come and go, people come and go, marking each day with their presence. Sometimes what remains is just a distance memory. Things happen, things change, people change, we change. And suddenly the scribbles on my notes are no more.
What we deem important today, it might mean nothing tomorrow. What we love today, we might be willing to be part with the next day. Stranger becomes lover and lover turns to stranger.
Life is predictably full of surprises and changes are written all over the fabric of our hearts. Most of the time, we refuse to see them. We ignore them, until they hurt too much.
Old friends drift apart, new friendships blossom. What do we get to say about that when disappointment is the byproduct of unmeet expectation? And it is a blessing when true friendship triumphs.
When failure and sorrow make us a better person, it can break us too. What differentiates the two is only a choice away. And the choice is ours.
I can go on and on and on but soon the new day will come, brings with it a new year, a new hope and a new reclamation.
Let us all embrace whatever comes our way, no serendipity is too real and let’s hold on to love.