Whatever happened to two thousand and fourteen?
That year - speaking as if it has long been gone - has been a roller coaster adventure, one that you cannot just simply forget. The year that brought laughter and joy, that it made your heart leaped when you woke up in the morning. The year that left you awake at night thinking about all the problems in the world. The year that made you think about all the life choices that you ever made. The year one plane went missing and two others crashed. The kind of year that made you experienced a lot of things, emotions and feelings, all at once. The kind of year that a friendless loner made a lot of friends. The kind of year that made you want to go back and rekindle everything, no matter how bad it was,
Somehow, fates and dreams will collide. Good things end. Bad things begin. When you lose somebody who means something to you, it will always make you think. Why? Why am I losing this person? Why can it not be someone else? But then the rationality will get to you and you will feel guilty because you want someone else to experience the kind of pain you went through. Everybody wants happiness. Everybody seeks for a better life. Some people are so lucky to have such a perfect life, served on a silver platter for them to enjoy. Some others are struggling to get through with their everyday lives unscathed.
That disastrous yet wonderful year is now gone. No one is perfect. Nothing is perfect. Everything, bad and good, is going to come to an end.
All you have to do is live.
You may not understand today or tomorrow
but eventually God will reveal
why you went through everything you did.
Happy new year, a whole month late.