31st December, 2015.
Honestly, cliché or not, it seems like this year has flown past, flown past on the vibrant buoyancy of feathery, woven wings. It's been a beautiful year, so many breathtaking moments compressed together into one single breath of excited, frenzied, starry-eyed happiness.
I suppose a lot of this year has been composed of memories, moments of tinkling joy falling from your lips, sewn together in a cadence that is the embodiment of euphoria.
So, in short, this year hasn't been events or happenings to describe, and much to the contrary, like I described in the whirlwind above, it is those short lapses of sanity that have sailed me through this year.
Much doesn't make sense, honestly, and that is grandma speak for: I don't know where the time has gone!
You know how they always say - change is the only constant in one's life? Well, this year has been just a maelstrom of changes, changes that don't make sense until much later, changes that you have no idea why happen to you all of a sudden, slamming into you like a huge sucker punch and bringing all the air out of you in a hastily dispelled whoosh as you try to scrabble onto any semblance of familiarity in your new surroundings. Because it has always been that way, I guess. Maybe we just didn't realize it.
Obstacles, they're as much a part of life as all of these whooping moments of delight are. There's no warning, nothing to grasp onto, just sheer determination that can sail you through, and that's what I've realized this year.
Overused quote or not, life isn't a bed of roses, but it isn't all nails either. It's all the beautiful scent of success and roses if you get over the fact that your bed of roses shares room with thorns, too. Because that just doesn't go away.
Plus, what's the point of tasting sweet victory if there's nothing overshadowing to be brushed away, eh? The night gives away to the dawn, and the shadows slink around the back of walls as you bask in the warm, glowing, blissful sunlight. Because the shadows never go away. There lie opportunities in everything, and maybe one day we'll choose to make shapes out of the shadows and dance in the glittering glow of the morning. One day we will.
This new year, all I can wish for, is more determination, more patience, more courage to actually believe in stretching out a little farther, to exceed my limits just a little, to have my fingertips brush against the pearlescent hue of triumph. Because all we need is always in us. We are not perfect little gemstones, polished and shining with glamour. We're the moon, ridden with craters, imperfect, yet scintillating humbly with all that we have within. We're the unpolished ones, covered with the dust of perseverance, and scars are nothing but a proof of the journey. Scars are what makes us beautiful.
We're not gemstones, with our inner beauty immediately visible to everyone. We're not naive enough to believe that everyone will see the good in everyone. But what counts is that when the right moment comes, your inner Aphrodite is there for those who matter to see. And that moment? That's all that will ever matter, so persevere, and never give up.
To quote Richelle E. Goodrich - “Don't ever give up.
Don't ever give in.
Don't ever stop trying.
Don't ever sell yourself out.
And if you find yourself succumbing
to one of the above for a brief moment,
pick yourself up,
brush yourself off,
whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.
But never, ever, ever give up.”
And as I always end my memories, this year echoes with the immortal promise of happiness, and all I hope is for the new year to reverberate with it, too.
Merci.
P.S. There's too much to write, so many overwhelming memories to think about, but it's not possible, is it? I can only say that 2015 has been a phenomenal, breathtaking year, and I really look forward to 2016 with hopeful, shining eyes! :D
P.P.S. We reached 15000 fans this year! A toast to many more such milestones for WWS in the year to come!
Honestly, cliché or not, it seems like this year has flown past, flown past on the vibrant buoyancy of feathery, woven wings. It's been a beautiful year, so many breathtaking moments compressed together into one single breath of excited, frenzied, starry-eyed happiness.
I suppose a lot of this year has been composed of memories, moments of tinkling joy falling from your lips, sewn together in a cadence that is the embodiment of euphoria.
So, in short, this year hasn't been events or happenings to describe, and much to the contrary, like I described in the whirlwind above, it is those short lapses of sanity that have sailed me through this year.
Much doesn't make sense, honestly, and that is grandma speak for: I don't know where the time has gone!
You know how they always say - change is the only constant in one's life? Well, this year has been just a maelstrom of changes, changes that don't make sense until much later, changes that you have no idea why happen to you all of a sudden, slamming into you like a huge sucker punch and bringing all the air out of you in a hastily dispelled whoosh as you try to scrabble onto any semblance of familiarity in your new surroundings. Because it has always been that way, I guess. Maybe we just didn't realize it.
Obstacles, they're as much a part of life as all of these whooping moments of delight are. There's no warning, nothing to grasp onto, just sheer determination that can sail you through, and that's what I've realized this year.
Overused quote or not, life isn't a bed of roses, but it isn't all nails either. It's all the beautiful scent of success and roses if you get over the fact that your bed of roses shares room with thorns, too. Because that just doesn't go away.
Plus, what's the point of tasting sweet victory if there's nothing overshadowing to be brushed away, eh? The night gives away to the dawn, and the shadows slink around the back of walls as you bask in the warm, glowing, blissful sunlight. Because the shadows never go away. There lie opportunities in everything, and maybe one day we'll choose to make shapes out of the shadows and dance in the glittering glow of the morning. One day we will.
This new year, all I can wish for, is more determination, more patience, more courage to actually believe in stretching out a little farther, to exceed my limits just a little, to have my fingertips brush against the pearlescent hue of triumph. Because all we need is always in us. We are not perfect little gemstones, polished and shining with glamour. We're the moon, ridden with craters, imperfect, yet scintillating humbly with all that we have within. We're the unpolished ones, covered with the dust of perseverance, and scars are nothing but a proof of the journey. Scars are what makes us beautiful.
We're not gemstones, with our inner beauty immediately visible to everyone. We're not naive enough to believe that everyone will see the good in everyone. But what counts is that when the right moment comes, your inner Aphrodite is there for those who matter to see. And that moment? That's all that will ever matter, so persevere, and never give up.
To quote Richelle E. Goodrich - “Don't ever give up.
Don't ever give in.
Don't ever stop trying.
Don't ever sell yourself out.
And if you find yourself succumbing
to one of the above for a brief moment,
pick yourself up,
brush yourself off,
whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.
But never, ever, ever give up.”
And as I always end my memories, this year echoes with the immortal promise of happiness, and all I hope is for the new year to reverberate with it, too.
Merci.
P.S. There's too much to write, so many overwhelming memories to think about, but it's not possible, is it? I can only say that 2015 has been a phenomenal, breathtaking year, and I really look forward to 2016 with hopeful, shining eyes! :D
P.P.S. We reached 15000 fans this year! A toast to many more such milestones for WWS in the year to come!
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