Discombobulate. That’s my word for 2014, alongside befuddled, arduous and complicated. It was the most horrible I’ve had in all my twenty-ish years of existence, and if the stories and conversations I have had are anything to go by, then a majority of the world population share my sentiment.
I am glad to see a new year.
Every period comes with its own perks. The past year saw me on a warm day enjoying the sun cast its beautiful rays on the river, and then suddenly a storm brews and my precious peace is stolen.
I fell head first into the raging waters and could not find any foothold. But I survived like so many others have. Somehow the storm passed and there I was washed up along the shores, struggling to my feet. Just like you did.
Hope. That’s the word now, alongside determination, faith and persistence.
It is the reason we find the courage to take bold steps, because we desire better.
It is why we go to sleep at night, making plans for a new day, without giving thought to the possibility of death.
It is the determination that the nightmares of yesterday will not mar tomorrow; that every new day is a chance to create something beautiful.
It is the reason we pick our beaten self up from the shores and trudge forward.
It is persistence in the face of uncertainty and fear, that there are some treasures yet to be discovered ahead.
There is this thing about markers and milestones, something that screams nostalgia. Because we like to make memories, sometimes we unwittingly pick memorable days and events to create those for ourselves. This is what the New Year and the tradition of resolutions mean to most people: A time we can say to ourselves, on this day in history I chose to have better and be better.