It’s that time of the year again, when most of us stay awake
to bid the former year goodbye and welcome the new one with a bang
(literally
and figuratively). It’s that time of the year when fireworks, loud music,
sumptuous meals, fruits and drinks abound. But then after all the merriment,
after the last dinner plate is placed back to its shelf, after the canine pets
finally find peace and calmness, I retreat to my hole and look back at the year
that passed.
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Toast for a blessed new year! Celebrating new year's eve with family at the roof deck. The moderate drizzle added coolness to the air and made us enjoy whatever fireworks managed to go up the air since taking photographs became an "at your own risk" for the gadgets..hehe.. |
If life is indeed what we make it, my 2014 was a year of
harvesting, pruning and deciding what to plant next for my crop rotation scheme
– that is, if I am a farmer wannabee like dear friend Mich (although I still
insist that she has that natural farmer gene in her DNA). But hey, this is
crazy girl writing typing while on the verge of falling asleep. Oh, yes take
the last sentence as a sort of a disclaimer because somewhere in between that
state of full consciousness and dreaminess, my mind begins to let out thoughts
and words that bare my soul.
2014 was a frenzy ride through life with unexpected twists,
turns, round-about, highs and lows. And while it is true that life is what we
make it, I also believe that what we make out of life is a result of how we put
our blessings and gifts to use. Then, I can humbly say that I have been blessed
a lot in 2014 although being a work still in progress, I often go astray in the
Spiritual department (that, I am not proud of). But still, I am grateful.
I am grateful for the moments shared with people I love.
People who touched my life and made me feel that life is something to be
enjoyed; that the hardships in it are there to make a better person out of me –
I am still a work in progress anyway. Those who made me laugh and filled my
heart with joy. Those who gave me their time or patiently held my hand, even
for just a few seconds; thank you for selflessly giving me something that you
can never get back.
I am grateful for the gift of acceptance and learning to completely
let go of the past (read: efbf and the great love). Really, I am alright now.
I am grateful for the courage, strength and wisdom to keep
on surviving from the challenges that the world throws my way. If material possessions,
recognition and praises are the only indicators that I know of, 2014 was
definitely a great year. But more than the words of praise and the shining
trinkets, more than the shelf decors, the warm hugs and the pats on the back,
more than anything that can be seen by the eye is the voice that tell me, “well
done my child, you held on and now were done with that phase,” for from that
springs the faith that I can make it through whatever is still left that bother
me and dampen my spirit.
I am grateful for experiencing the year that was and the opportunity
to face 2015 full of hope and the passion of living, learning and loving a life
worth living.