I spent the last few hours of 2015 on a stubbly gross knoll by the beach, waiting for the fireworks to shoot up over Melbourne city. It had been a hot toasty day and the beautiful sea breeze that greeted us was a welcoming visitor. This was my second year living in a different country for new year’s eve and very different from my time in Malaysia. This year, I had my three closest friends from Melbourne closed out the year with me. It was calm, peaceful, yet subtly very memorable.
New year’s eve is always one of those days that seems far more important than it actually is.
Perhaps the date always feels relevant because people find it is an easy time to reflect on the good and the bad. It’s a time to lay their thoughts out for the coming year. It’s a time to turn over a “new leaf”. All this because the calendar has changed by one digit.
Most of us realize that nothing changes from December 31st until January 1st, but it’s our mentality that makes it easier to think of fresh starts. It’s a new year after all. We can hit the reset button! But of course, the same goes for each day and we must never forget that.
Like so many other people, my year was a typical roller coaster adventure. Just another year in the office for the unsuccessful student. Strong senses of deja vu that went from having it all to losing everything in a very short period of time. But this is not a post of reflection.
This post is actually dedicated to my aunt who is undergoing an important surgery in less than two weeks. I hope nothing but positive news and a successful surgery. We can tout achievements, reflections and adventures, but when you think about what matters, we all want to hold onto those close to us.
There’s not too much more to say besides Happy New Year and hope that you have a healthy and fulfilling year.
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