The Year that was
These 12 months sure have been the hardest we've had to endure in the last twelve years. From the get go we have been in the process of moving from our house in Canberra to my parent's newly bought house on the coast of Dalmeny, which, by no fault of pure coincidence, managed to cause just a bit of stress in the first three months of packing and planning. After seven consecutive weeks of open house inspections, we finally managed to hit a winning buy and were on the road to moving on. My stepdad and myself took on an apartment in the centre of the city as a measure to settle in our work life and adjust to living in something without the company of living, breathing furry animals. I don't believe I've quite given myself the opportunity to move out into my own place just yet, but I can see it happening soon if matters suddenly turn for the better, so to speak. I guess in the meantime I've just gotten used to getting up early to the bustle of city sounds and getting into a routine that works quite nicely with my university schedule. Jusging by my good performance in grades this year I'm pretty satisfied that my efforts have paid off, though it hasn't been without a few hiccups. Hopefully next semester will be substantially more rewarding as I plan to make much better use of my time and get involved in some social groupings. My writing too has seen much more progress, not in the sense of where I wanted to be with my stories but more in the area of my research and constructing a framework to work on. It's progress as usual, as they say.
So on this hot, humid December 31st where the sun never sleeps and the scent of burning smoke is never far from the crackle and bang of kids setting off fireworks on the beach and the scurry of cats under the bed, I see another year of change, a promise of rejevernation spearheaded through the thickness of this gloomy forecast of financial wreckage, where a person has to make sacrifices to make it through the slush of ignorance. I hope for some the year ahead, the one yet seen, yet the one always predicted with minimal clarency, brings joy to those who still strive to make a living and outlive this hellish world of unforgivable stupidity and insane acts of desperate and gutless publicity. May it bring the most of your dreams and still find some measure to bring a few surprises as well. But beyond the thralls of joy must be the hints of sorrow to understand the pains of reality. Enough storms to appreciate the sunshine. Enough darkness to see the light, and in the darkness where all seems lost there is only the cold, black veil to hold onto. Only then you are no longer afraid of what you fear. As the dawn rises the next day, on a new year, I still find that while the world still seems the same, things seem to dance to a different rhythm and sing melodiously to a new tune.
To this year yet seen, may it be worth it. And end with a few books read.
So on this hot, humid December 31st where the sun never sleeps and the scent of burning smoke is never far from the crackle and bang of kids setting off fireworks on the beach and the scurry of cats under the bed, I see another year of change, a promise of rejevernation spearheaded through the thickness of this gloomy forecast of financial wreckage, where a person has to make sacrifices to make it through the slush of ignorance. I hope for some the year ahead, the one yet seen, yet the one always predicted with minimal clarency, brings joy to those who still strive to make a living and outlive this hellish world of unforgivable stupidity and insane acts of desperate and gutless publicity. May it bring the most of your dreams and still find some measure to bring a few surprises as well. But beyond the thralls of joy must be the hints of sorrow to understand the pains of reality. Enough storms to appreciate the sunshine. Enough darkness to see the light, and in the darkness where all seems lost there is only the cold, black veil to hold onto. Only then you are no longer afraid of what you fear. As the dawn rises the next day, on a new year, I still find that while the world still seems the same, things seem to dance to a different rhythm and sing melodiously to a new tune.
To this year yet seen, may it be worth it. And end with a few books read.