And so here it is, a new year, and with it all the renewed hopes and dreams we carried over. Last year, I saw thousands of colors up in the sky, up close and from afar. And despite my life throes, I enjoyed their charm; that appeal that only sunrises and sunsets have.
Last year, a vagabond traveling miles on foot, by train, by plane… so many miles that even Guinness World Records wouldn’t understand; living in my mind more than I did in the present, in darkness and lonely times. I learned why we seek company, maybe so as not to listen to our thoughts when they tell us it’s better to be a ghost.
Last year I saw few smiles on my lips, but many wise and strong tears on my cheeks. They seemed to say, “we won’t fall in vain — this is us watering the soil so that you can sow your anguish and sorrows, and that way, from this, you can reap wisdom and better tomorrows.”
This year, this first of the year, I am overcome with anxious joy knowing that I am entering a new chapter. I’ve tried, but I can’t really explain the ways 2023 held me captive. And now, coincidentally with the new year, I’m picking up the pieces and rebuilding the puzzle, leaving behind my past struggles.
