Dec 31, 2016 21:35
2016 was puberty. It was awkward and painful, maddening, frustrating, unforgiving, and chock-full of pettiness.
People died this year. War-torn countries continued to be war-torn. Artists, actors, philantrophists left grieving spectators. Hopes were shattered and the unthinkable happened. Brexit. Trump. A thief was buried a hero, a murderer was named leader.
And yet, people lived. We banded together against a dictator's son, and triumphed. Refugees were welcomed into new homes. Families and friends continued the fight for justice and truth, regardless of the degradation of mainstream media. Relevant films (finally) made it to the Metro Manila Film Festival-- showing us that, perhaps, we are not such a hopeless case after all.
Puberty is that awful, awful time when a person struggles to understand what is happening with their lives.
Why am I so angry all the time?
How could people vote for T___ or D____?
Why can't my parents understand me?
Why is Mocha Uson so relevant?
Also... Where are all these zits coming from???
Fortunately, puberty is something we all grow out of (with the exception of a blessed few). And to be honest, it is with a fervent hope for the wisdom and enlightenment that comes which maturity, that I step into 2017.
Here's to growing up and getting better.
Happy New Year!