What The Future Holds

Only half an hour to go and I have made my list of resolutions. It’s fairly simple: stop complaining; chase your dreams no matter what; be more assertive and decisive; stop depending on others; write, write and write; do whatever the hell you want and just be happy.

I don’t remember what I wanted last year, so I am not sure if 2013 panned out like I wanted it to but what I can say with 100 per cent certainty is that at this moment, I am quite happy. It’s not because of the pizza I ordered or the fact that Romedy Now is playing my all-time favourite movie (still thankful to God that Airtel finally listened to my pleas and started the channel) or that I have found another show to be obsessed about. Cosy on my bed, I’m sipping my coke and watching television without any care in the world and I’m positively content.

Before I bid adieu to this year, I want to record one memory from the year gone by, lest I forget it. My first article got published this year and that feeling that I’m on the top of the world; that rush of seeing my name in a magazine for the first time was indescribable. Will I get this emotional every time my by-line appears? I know not, but for those few minutes (hours and days), I was incredibly proud of the work I had done. While I was basking in its glory, I realised it was just mine. No one had any inclination how that one article steered the course of my life and in all honesty, I couldn’t tell anyone. For as long as I could remember, I had wanted this, more than anything in the world. My triumph, my success, my moment of glory. Mine, all mine. I don’t want to share it with anyone for the fear that they won’t get it and it just might take something away from me. Besides, it’s just one pearl in my string of accomplishments.

This year was definitely different. Different than every other year and that’s how it’s supposed to be. I’ve spent an eternity looking back at days gone back – things that happened, things that didn’t happen, things that I wish had happened. Moving on, I will keep my eyes ahead. History does matter, but not as much as the present and the future. I look forward to turning over a new leaf. So good riddance 2013, and cheers to a fresh new beginning! Bring it on, 2014!