2011 in (very) short

Ever since I began college, crossing over to the new years have been rather strange. There’s less of a sense of finality to the end, because we’re now all caught in a temporary slow-paced moment between two semesters sandwiching this winter break. Back then, the school year started in January and ended in November, so every year was distinct in itself, and our lives were more or less carved around solid markings of yearly spaces. Right now, even before the new year makes it entrance, we’ve already seen ahead, made too many expectations, set too many standards. It’s not a bad thing definitely, but suddenly the new year feels a little less important.

How was 2011? This is the first year I’ve spent nearly all of it away from home, and exploring new places. As a result, my learnings and my experiences have been in an ever-changing flux. 2011 has been a confusing mix of lessons, from which I had to closely select and draw from. Some good, some bad, but life never really hands you a basket of all things perfect anyway. I’ve gotten more whole, stronger,  not sure if I’m happier or more contented, but that doesn’t matter; it doesn’t need to matter now. I just want to do more, take more steps. See, hear, touch, taste, smell, feel more. Because this is the time for it, and every single year will be the perfect time for it until time stops and I take a step down to rest.

So dear 2012, this is what I wish for:

The deeper end of the pool.

Wider skies, but less defined paths.

A stronger back, and tougher legs.

Sturdy shoes that won’t wear out.

A stronger, more accepting, and more cheerful heart.

The final ten minutes are here, I shall enjoy the moment. Happy new year everyone!