Blog Version 12:
Butterflies/Flutter
Another Ending.
6:46 PM
January 01, 2008
2007. It felt like a really fast year, faster than most, for some strange reason. It feels like just a couple of months ago that I was reading the newspapers about the highs and lows of 2006, and here I am doing it again for 2007. I'm shocked to think that our dog is now a year old, that I have new cousins, graduating friends, but that I surprisingly still have the same interests. For instance, the dvds I bought last year were the earlier seasons of the dvds I got this time around, I still have the same favorite Christmas album, same favorite Christmas food, still trying to cram in a book or two to the closing year's have-read list, etc., etc.
I dunno if I'll be overgeneralizing, but I'm not sure if I loved the year I turned 21 very much. Aside from the comforting pattern that my life seems to have fallen into, I once again (just like the past few years) felt the sweep of change around me, as always leaving me behind to watch the retreating backs of those familiar things and faces that have taken the inevitable steps forward in their life. Just like last year and the years before that, I always end up with the feeling that I've been left behind again, still a creature unfailingly scared of change.
Several years ago, my cousins left for the US, and France moved in and out of our house, etc. This year, my grandmother died, and the house where my cousins and my sisters and I used to play in was sold and demolished. The garage where we sprayed water from a hose to make miniature rainbows is nothing but rubble, even its contents are gone who knows where, sequestered as they were by my shameless aunt. This year, Rob can drive already while I can't, and I had my wallet stolen twice within this past 5 months. I've a bunch of arguments left unresolved and suddenly, everyone is so busy that things like Christmas get-togethers have to be pushed aside. I can no longer write well, and what little drawing prowess I ever had seems to have disappeared as well. And one of the few things I've noticed that has changed in me is that perhaps I've grown more cynical and critical than ever! X_X
I'm almost dreading to think what this next year holds. What it will take from me, and what it'll leave me to become. Afterall, 22 was never a very lucky number for me. ^^; But then again, if 21 was bad, maybe things will turn around. Hopefully. HopefullyHopefullyHopefully. After all, hope beats everything, or so I understand from Dream's little game with some demon in the Sandman. ^^; Cheers everybody! May this coming year be a better one for us all! Let's aim for a happier ending this time around! Hurrah! \(^_^)/
come fly ~ gen
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