“You learn a lot, and of course you would; all this is, really, is 365 life lessons that start with fireworks and end with fireworks. Suppose starting with a bang was never a bad thing — they say expectations result in realities that stem from thought, and so maybe starting with all the music and the laughter and the pretty colours and slurred speech is, in fact, setting your next set of lessons in motion, all to be happy and fantastic and lovely. School for the disenchanted, or perhaps just the young at heart.”
A year is such a terribly long time and the saddest, most wonderful part is that it feels nothing like it. 2010 has been a lovely year for me, but the reasons are slipping through my fingers like water in the bathtub. My last 365 days have blended into a whirlwind of smiles and sadness and stress and slips and slurs and strangely this is both disheartening and therapeutic, like numbing as a reflex or cigarette buds under your pillow in the morning. I haven’t yet learnt to stay afloat the lines of normalcy but happiness, you once told me, is for people who don’t understand. I don’t understand but I am satisfied, and satisfaction tastes okay.
I’ve learnt a lot this year but the best thing I can teach you is that you will never drown if you choose to stay afloat. I hope 2011 is a lovely year for all of you.
