It’s been a while.
Liverpool’s playing West Brom, but I can afford to miss one game.
New Year’s Eve.
5 minutes and counting.
I’ve left the door open so that I can hear the countdown from the TV downstairs.
So. 2005 is about to come to a close.
This also being my 100th entry, I can safely say I’ve come a long way since my first entry.
It’s only natural to write what 2005 has been for me, and what this year has brought me…
4 minutes and counting.
But I find that the tingle every time I write, that little yet irritating itch one gets in her hand when she feels the strongest most irresistable urge to scribble and scrawl (or type, for technology’s sake), just to express, is at present moment very much absent.
I remember once telling a friend that one does not necessarily need to write with the motive of attracting readers. Many a time, it is a piece that comes from the heart that tug at and pull people in. But as long as writing comforts, soothes and relieves the senses, then that is justification enough. The purpose of writing itself would already have been served; it’s work is done.
2 minutes and counting.
I sit here, listening to the cheers from below rising up into this soaring crescendo, and wonder if the people out celebrating on the streets tonight or those watching from home remember what is important and what truly matters in life.
I am no saint. If anything, I am one of those people who need to be reminded the most. If there is one wish I may allow myself to have for 2006, it is that I may never forget why I lead a life better than the person I am…the reasons are everywhere.
I hope to be a better person. I really, really do. That is all I ask of myself.
A minute left.
How am I to change the world if I remain stagnant and complacent? How can I pray for better things, and scorn at the perpretators of peace while I refrain from looking at the face in the mirror for fear of who I’ll find staring back?
30 seconds.
I welcome 2006 with open arms.
May this year be a better year for all of mankind, God willing.
10 seconds.
Farewell, 2005. It has been a pleasure.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
Happy New Year, everyone.
Enough said for 2005.
