It was a bipolar year once
again. Just the way I like it. The Gods know me really well. Another set of 360
days and so, filled with sprinkled moments of ‘spectacular wow’, sandwiched
with threadbare bouts of sadness, just passed by.
“There is something beautiful
in reveling in sadness”, given happiness’ brilliance in showering positive
energy to my life, I must pay homage to the role of the 'blues’ in shaping the
way I look at the world. Without it, my pursuit of bliss will go down in an
unremarkable manner.
I am most happy when I
find myself lost on the road, walking along unfamiliar streets, slacking at the
comforts of home, or when surrounded by families and close friends. I am most
sad when I pick up the pieces of a broken heart, when the world seems to implode,
and whenever I fall for a girl who is sure to leave my life as fast as she
entered it.
Life is finding balance,
of the yin and the yang, of the ups and down. I fill my cup with things I
desire. Doing so, it overflows and sometimes – some of the things I love end up
spilling over.
The great thing about
turning a new leaf, a new year. Is that, I can start all over again. Find that
right balance where I can travel the road of life and not look back and see
some of the things that matters, dropping out of my backpack.
I look forward to reaching
the long road ahead, with everything I hold dear safely secured inside my
backpack. And yes, it includes the happiness and sadness, the depression and
euphoria, the joyful embrace and the sad goodbyes.
Cheers to a new year. I’ve
known a lot of you online, but I treasure those few who have taken efforts to
get to know me and made me a friend of their own. It blesses me so much knowing
that in different parts of the world, I can arrive on a rainy night and knock on
someone’s door and be welcomed. I salute you all.
