This is a letter for 2016
You are almost up and I’m sure many people had a lot to say about you. We all do, honestly. However, some other people get mad saying that it was not your fault – “don’t blame the year, blame yourself” and all that yetta yetta yetta. If you think of you as a social stipulated set of time, separated by days, months and years then, my friend, I’m sorry to tell you – you were horrible.
Yes, people: I do know that every decision we made in our past led us exactly where we are today and it is not the year that was bad it was merely an amount of great shit that happened to someone (self-imposed or not) and that people should live their lives accordingly and they are the only ones that could change a single thing and that we are responsible and we should stop living life as society expect us to. We all know that, thanks.
So, 2016, by far, you were one of my worst years: I had to say goodbye to a dear friend. I had to learn, once again, how to deal with work, expectations, money issues, work again and, worst of all, how to keeping loving when love was escaping my fingers. You pretty much got me up and down as fast as a blink of an eye. But you still have me here, head up and all.
2012 and you are head to head on this dispute, but let me tell you something: whatever happened in 2012 is there. It doesn’t belong here – nor with me anymore. The girl I was four years ago is way too different than the one writing this to you – and that is the damn beauty of everything. Because people get upset we blame years when, but give it time and we won’t remember anything as vivid and as painfully. And we will face so more difficult times and be again devastated and believe once again we cannot survive another day – and time will fly and we will learn.
2016, you were pretty horrible. A mess. A total chaos. And we are still here. Thanks for all the valuable lessons – they will be put to good use from now on.