All throughout the year, I have one thing that I held closer in surviving the blatant yet subtle cruelty of the universe: my relationships with people I choose to surround myself with. To the people who didn’t hesitate to pull me up when I hit rock bottom, I could not be really grateful for standing with me when the world became oblivious because of the choices we made. To those who turned their backs away, I have learned that loss do not have to matter because it was always been a part of life. There were no bridges burned, but some doors were permanently closed even though forgiveness will always be at hand if being sorry is genuine and true. We have our legitimate reasons behind the things we do. And if being heard will give closure to the relentless opening of gaping wounds, I wouldn’t be very difficult about it because I want to do myself a favor.

Clearly, 2011 is the good year of troubles. It would not be eventful if I chose to solemnly stay in my comfort zones, and did not go beyond my personal walls. Definitely I would want to jumpstart the year on a positive high note. Gone were the days that taking little things too seriously would upset me because they didn’t work out the way I wanted them to be. I would be open to committing more mistakes for it leads to something new. And if things fail, keep in mind that what’s important is we could always chalk everything up to experience after being happy, lost, or hurt and broken. Forgetting is not necessary but it does not mean that we have to look back either. I’ve known that if we get rid of the things that destroy us, it would lead us down to the mere of desires of letting go.

Last year was for the many long nights and days of inevitable wallowing in a sea of memories. I always wondered why the seemingly never ending self-imposed queries are always left unanswered, and some actions are left undone. Overthinking punishes the idea of living a life. It is in my utmost belief that happiness comes with a bigger price: when things get okay, half of it crashes down. But I learned that one truly experience the perks of human existence if he gets stronger after each death. Learn to bend. Breathe. Swim. I will go through 2012 with the same set of principles I have always carried in my pocket. And in the midst of everything that is overlapping, I would brush them off,  learn from it, and believe that the universe conspires for a reason. Cheers to a better year of chances, forgiveness, opportunities, spontaneity, redemption, and risks.