Wake Me Up When 2010 Ends
2010, for me, was not a very good year.
It is not a year I would look back on fondly, with tears in my eyes and with the kind of nostalgia one normally reserves for totally epic milestone years.
I almost got a life-threatening illness. My mom was practically diagnosed with a couple of those. My girlfriend's dad died, prompting me and her to shoulder the astronomical tuition fee of that godforsaken nursing school in Las Piñas, apart from the emotional stress she had to endure for confidential reasons. This was supposed to be my year. Our year. When everything fell into place. Yet, the only things that fell seemed to be shattered pieces of a dream that now seems so far off in the distance.
No. This time, I decided, there won't be any looking back.
But then I remember that there were good things, too, that are worth remembering.
I remember the hands that held me as I lay swollen and barely recognizable on a hospital bed. I remember the friendly faces that smiled at me even though I would rather have not taken so much of their time and effort to see me. I remember the guy who out of the blue came and helped me by donating the blood that flowed through his veins. I remember friends. I remember finally getting my due for the work I've put in at my company. I remember holding my girl as she wept, knowing that I was all she had at the time, and that I knew I would be there for her forever no matter what it took--and that she would do the same for me.
These are the only things I am willing to look back on, 2010. Nothing more, nothing less. I have so much to be thankful for right now, and I will work toward my goals to ensure that I can take care of the very same people who continue to take care of me.
2011. Can't wait.
It is not a year I would look back on fondly, with tears in my eyes and with the kind of nostalgia one normally reserves for totally epic milestone years.
I almost got a life-threatening illness. My mom was practically diagnosed with a couple of those. My girlfriend's dad died, prompting me and her to shoulder the astronomical tuition fee of that godforsaken nursing school in Las Piñas, apart from the emotional stress she had to endure for confidential reasons. This was supposed to be my year. Our year. When everything fell into place. Yet, the only things that fell seemed to be shattered pieces of a dream that now seems so far off in the distance.
No. This time, I decided, there won't be any looking back.
But then I remember that there were good things, too, that are worth remembering.
I remember the hands that held me as I lay swollen and barely recognizable on a hospital bed. I remember the friendly faces that smiled at me even though I would rather have not taken so much of their time and effort to see me. I remember the guy who out of the blue came and helped me by donating the blood that flowed through his veins. I remember friends. I remember finally getting my due for the work I've put in at my company. I remember holding my girl as she wept, knowing that I was all she had at the time, and that I knew I would be there for her forever no matter what it took--and that she would do the same for me.
These are the only things I am willing to look back on, 2010. Nothing more, nothing less. I have so much to be thankful for right now, and I will work toward my goals to ensure that I can take care of the very same people who continue to take care of me.
2011. Can't wait.