It’s my birthday, and I’m not sure if this year is worth celebrating.
What else is there to look forward to? Where are the happy December vibes? Everything feels numb — Yet I write!
Writing is a way of expressing my thoughts in a one-man only environment void of interruptions and alternate views.
It is my zone of freedom.
Most of my writing comes from a place of confusion, not clarity. I don't always have a clear picture of what these dancing fingers on my keyboard will produce—all I do is pour out my heart, and hope it makes sense to someone somewhere.
I took some time off to figure out why I write. I write because I think. My thoughts are a combination of books I read, the people I meet and the unique experiences in my miniature world.
Writing is my path to discovery.
In case you are looking for someone who knows it all, I’m sorry to have failed you. Life isn’t that linear. I wish I had all the answers. If I did, I won’t have to write. Writing is my road to clarity. One that sometimes leads to more confusion on the way.
I write to think!
2020 has been a year of massive ups and downs. Lives have been lost, businesses crumbled, families stretched and economies are torn apart. As I think through the year, and try to make sense of this unthinkable “20” nothing but the pain loss comes to mind — what else comes to mind when you think of 2020?
Is there any hope as we get into the last days of this bleeding year?
Maybe there is — or not.
Whatever the case, Alfred Lord Tennyson gave me words that rekindled a mustard seed of faith in tomorrow once again.
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering ‘it will be happier’…” — Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hope smiles and assures us of better days.
It might sound outrageous and overly optimistic to have this view, considering the unimaginable tragedies over the last 11 months but we are left with no choice. What’s the alternative to hopelessness? How desirable and beneficial are pessimism and misery?
We are left with, though unconsciously one desirable choice — HOPE for a better tomorrow.
With life comes the responsibility to be hopeful through thick and thin, life and death, happiness and depression, wealth and poverty etc.
Life stops when hope dies.
I can’t know for sure how life will unfold for me. But I can only hope, pray and look forward to receiving whatever gift it brings, or pain and discomfort may be misery— I encourage you to do the same. But don’t take my word for it. Remember this is written from a place of uncertainty. Like yourself, I’m trying to figure this thing called life out.
All we can do is seek out a desirable path and hope it leads us somewhere worthwhile (see how hard it is to stray away from hope?)
Should you be optimistic about the future? I can’t answer that for you.
But never stop living, or hoping, or looking forward to days when smiles are the order of your day.
That’s all we have.
What else is a better alternative?
Happy Birthday to Me!
Thanks for reading.
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