i’ll keep running, long after the memories
I admit I’m not good with words at all, nor am I really the type to introspectively look back on things in this big a scale. 2010, and the last few years added, has almost completely stripped my bones of sentimentality, which is probably why I hardly look at years as years any more. Time is just time, like one strong current—a myriad of obstacles every so often, but no real place for rest until you reach the very end.
Resolutions don’t work with me as the concept of starting anew every 12 months—like an annual baptism—hardly makes any sense. I guess it’s because in my mind, each year of my life flows seamlessly with the next. No stops. No breaks. Just keep on going.
So I guess my bidding 2010 goodbye is inevitable for the sake of formality and formality alone. I’m off to my grandmother’s place where my family always stays to usher the New Year in and here I am, not wishing for a better 2011 to come. I’m just here to wish for a better tomorrow, welcoming the future day by day by day.
Is all. Good night. Have a great life.
