2.1.12 | 2012

ALTHOUGH the challenges I faced in 2010 drilled some newfound strength into my soul, they also made me a cynic—calculative, disdainful and cautious not to be caught up in any fabrications of human warmth, faith and hopefulness. Gone was the magic of giving in Christmas, and along with it the optimism of welcoming a new year with fresh hopes and aspirations. I was the Grinch who stole my own Christmas.

Thus, while everyone else was posting well wishes and hopes for 2011, I posted an update that read: “New year, same old shit”. I later removed that post as it contradicted with my resolution to never ever whine again. But the feelings of lacklustre remained.

“I have time on my side, making diamonds from coal”

I took the time to fix the boat I was in. I replaced the torn mainsails with a bulletproof sheet. I crafted the hull out of steel, and erected a mast so sturdy no storm could break. And when I was done I pointed the tiller to the direction of tranquil waters. And for a while, it felt complete.

Little did I know that the constant I deliberately left out of the equation was essential to finding the complete solution.

“She put a hole through my Kevlar soul"

I met you in June, and in a short period of six months, you changed my life. It was unbelievable how you provided me with pieces of the puzzle I thought was already complete. And as time went by you uncovered more missing fragments, which you promptly filled with your magic.

“Vad vore jag... Utan dina andetag?”

2011 ended worlds apart from 2010. As we watched the fireworks die down and the parties disperse from our television set, I felt my sailboat rock a little. I checked the boat and it was as sturdy as ever. I looked to direction of the swaying—and I see you, smiling as you climb aboard from your ship to be my seafaring companion.

| hl @ 03:49 | 0 Comments |

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