And unsurprisingly, it has always been like that the year before. Or the year before. Or the year before. It has been like that for all the time.
I might not have the remarkable new year’s eve party. In addition that I did not have someone to exchange kisses with when the Times Square ball dropped and everyone cheered. It felt like another week-end in the neighbourhood and I ended up in the dive club with crappy music. The only thing to celebrate was, I was there with friends. Also, I survived another year and hopeful for the upcoming year.
I pledge for AWESOME 2013 as my punch-line, yet the year started shakily. I might not cope with winter very well for feeling extremely cold in the middle of snowball fight in Central Park. The light vanished quickly, and I hurried to the nearest cafe for emotional support of a cup of Irish coffee. I didn’t manage to brave the cold this time, but the warmth is something to be thankful afterward.
I might not succeed my mission in emergency response with flying marks. I felt tired of working for something I was not fond of and for no logical reason in the background. My product catalogue contains none and I went home empty handed. But home, is always the place where I am loved unconditionally. Here are people who hug me, laugh with me and told me that I was the best person in the world to be with. And it does not matter whether I am cute or awesome or ordinary.
Cherry Groove was one of the remarkable destinations of 2013. The Atlantic Ocean breeze, the never ending boardwalk and oh the deer! Those deer marched into the sunset, how pretty! It was a perfect mellow trip for a birthday getaway. The next day all the cozy hotel rooms were fully booked and I had nowhere to go but going back to the city. I pouted while lying on a rainbow deck, hesitant to jump into the next ferry. But, the city is my home now, and is there anything that I don’t like about it? Nope!
That I might not ended up in 2013 with the person I fell in love with in 2012. I burst into tears, and cursed John Mayer for his line: when you’re dreaming with a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part. And for once, everything was blurry. What was the point living in the greatest city of the world if I don’t live it with you? What’s the point of being wonderful? Oh sappy story of 2013, don’t tell me that you didn’t have that ;)
But they say it was the crack that lets the light in. Every slips and stumbles were merely reasons to get up. Every tears and weep worth the smile afterward. And I bravely take it as a chance to experience the full spectrum of human emotions. Surprisingly, I felt better.
And here I am at the edge of 2013. And was the best way to experience the bumpy year? To bear life with happiness. After all, it’s my favourite human emotions.
But I now know a place with rainbows scattered all around :)
