When I look back at 2017, I am struck by the sheer beauty of it. This year was a kaleidoscope of jagged edges – shards of glass and pain- and beautiful, shimmering pearls of sunshine and love. I thought that I would reach a certain point in my life at the end of this year. I was naive. I realized that goals are not what brings us closer to the reality of life. No. Goals and aspirations are all fine. But this year was the year that taught me that exploring the nuances of life and my own self as well as the people I choose to surround myself with is a process that never ends.
This year was magical.
This year was beautiful.
This year was harsh.
This year was snow-clad memories of regret.
This year was about lessons and letting go.
This year was journeying into who I am and why I do what I do.
This year was travel, all 12 months of the year.
This year was painful.
This year was filled with love from my family and my dearest friends. I realized this year who my truest friends are, and that realization filled me with immense gratitude that I have so many beautiful people in my life.
This year taught me that I am fallible, vulnerable, pathetic, kind, beautiful, warm, cold, harsh, ignorant, cruel, mean, compassionate, and vain.
This year was just another phase in life. Dividing our life into years gives us some sense of purpose because it makes us feel that we have some control over time. But the reality is that we fool ourselves – time controls us all the time. Simply because, you are aware of how fragile time is – it’s a whisper’s breath, a baby’s soft kiss, a shudder in the morning sun. It doesn’t exist. It’s gone before you know it. This year taught me that time is all we have because we don’t have it at all.