This was 2006.
Then there was 2007.
Today we reach 2008.
I have no words of my own.
Maybe Bob Dylan can help:
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ‘n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
This song was released in 1963. More than four decades later, how much has the world changed? How much longer does it need for change? No offence to John Mayer, but I am done with waiting.
On a more personal note, this is for me.
In an August 16th 2005 entry:
“Swiftly see each moment flies,
See and learn be timely wise,
Every moment shortens day,
Every pulse beats life away,
Thus thy every heaving breath,
Waft thee on to certain death,
Seize the moments as they fly ,
Know to live and learn to die.”
Again, not my words.
But I share the sentiments of the anonymous original writer, and I think that’s sufficient enough for reason.
Here’s to another year of new battles to be won, and lessons to be learned from those we lost. Here’s to new opportunities, possibilities, and to dreams realised, crushed, altered or dropped altogether.
Bismillah.
Here’s to the Journey. Here’s to you, and here’s to me.
Enough said here.
