I’ve
been meaning to take out some time to reflect at what 2012 has done to me. I’m
not sure if I should call it a good year or should I render it 'just another
year', gone by with the wind. My doubtfulness isn’t anything new, though. For me,
it has always been like that. I just can’t seem to pick one option. But I guess
I should not deny the fact that 2012 had been a very good teacher to me. I got
to learn a lot in 2012. Ironically, the reason behind all that learning was my
decision of taking a year out from studies. I know a lot of people that
perpetually taunted me for my decision of taking the year off. To them, I have
wasted one complete year of my life. To me, I have learnt things that I could
never have learnt if it weren’t for that decision of mine.
The
year commenced with laughter, preparation, travelling and practicing. The first
ever wedding celebration in my family took place in 2012. I travelled from
one city to the other to get all the wedding shopping done. I had a lot of
laughing sessions with my cousins while practicing all those dexterous dance
steps for my sister’s wedding. 2012 brought me all those lovely times with my
cousins, siblings and my amazing brother in law. The never-ending celebration
that went on for weeks until my brother in law finally had to fly back to where
he came from. That feeling of having received all that happiness altogether, of
knowing that nothing possibly could go wrong with my life, and then confronting
the reality, knowing how hard it is to say goodbye. That’s how this year
started. While I was having the time of my life with my loved ones around me,
my friends were applying for different universities. By the time, the normality
of life hit me again, my friends had already started going to their
universities and I was sitting at home not knowing what to do with my life. The
wasted hours of my life stemmed the feeling for applying in any university that
still had its admissions open. I tried to apply for different subjects but had
to let go for one thing or the other. Time went on. I applied for driving
classes, one of the many of my wishes it was. I learnt to drive in the scorching
hot sun of June. My dad still doesn’t acknowledge me as a certified driver,
though. I didn’t actually drive on the city roads after my classes ended.
Nonetheless, 2012 made me a certified driver. I got to read some amazing books,
the best thing I needed to utilize the otherwise-wasted-hours. I read a lot. I
wrote a lot. I got to know what the world was up to. I got to know where I was
standing in the multitude. I learnt a lot. I tried to bring out the best in me.
Hard, but satisfying. I learnt to fight many feelings. 2012 made me grow up. I
actually grew up in 2012. I realized how wrong I was about some of the things.
Years
come and go. Every year we laugh, we cry, we go on with our lives. 2012 had
been so different, in the same way. 2012 was something that I loved and didn’t
even feel sad when it finally left. I’m looking forward to the New Year now.
I’m looking forward to a new set of joys waiting for me to get them. I’m
looking forward to goodness. I’m looking forward to experience newness. I’m
looking forward to all those blessings I’ve been dreading to have. I’m looking
forward to see smiles. I’m looking forward to kindness. I’m looking forward to the right time. I’m looking forward to that certain moment. I’m looking forward
to challenges. I’m looking forward to better days. I’m looking forward to get
it all done. I’m looking forward to 2013.
