I’ve tried to publish this post and kept an eye on for almost 5 hours now. I’ve received countless wishes from text messages and read Facebook posts thanks giving and fortune sharing.
So I’m still here, trying to give at least a time to reflect on what has happened this year and what supposed to happen which did not happen. It’s really hard to think from all these busy schedule and that includes my obese nephew blowing her plastic trumpets and random squealing around my mother-in-law’s house.
It’s almost the end of the race and I am barely breathing. I could’ve never reached the end of the line and I have a couple of reasons not to. One is that because I keep seeing myself falling down every now and then, forgot to breathe, forgot to smile, forgot even how to think. Still, I decided to run the race not because I keep seeing people pass through me saying ‘see you at the top’ and some says just ‘hey’ and decides to move along all the way.
I could have never reached this far if not because of you. Your constant ‘lift me ups’ and ‘I understands’ are all those what I consider as my pill aside from Lorde’s (insane) tracks.
You are my blood. You are my breath. Yes I understand now these sentences because you filled them up. I would never have understood my Raíson de etre’ not until I tripped over and stood up seeing you were there no matter what.
This year, was hell lot of a cobbled up stones. Stumbling upon them is painful. I am almost done patching up these injuries I’ve incurred during the race and because I have a concrete reason to compete, I know I could make it through next year, which is by the way, in a few hours from now.
I’m not going to promise anything since I don’t want to make a fool out of myself but I will keep in mind these rukkus and try not to make any more nonsense in the future.
Happy New Year!