12.30.05
the last day of the year…
today, im closing a chapter of my storybook, and opening a new one just as the new year draws. i hope that the new chapter would be devoid of the angsty bitterness that seemed to permeate practically all of my stories. i hope it would be replete with renewed hope, a refreshed spirit, and a passion that is more than the kind i have for someone. 
i hope it would be full of stories of my life’s simple joys, triumphs, and even an acceptance of whatever mistakes i will make (i certainly hope to commit lesser ones this coming year). i hope it would be more rooted to reality, with lesser ramblings about far-fetched fantasies and longings. i hope it would be more welcome to things, ideas, opinions, people, change. i hope it would learn to love life and the people in this life. i hope it would be more selfless, more humane.
… got my wish already (ok, do i have to mention this again? ;)), so there’s no reason for me to go on moping and sulking because it just wasn’t enough. i hope the new year would teach me to be more accepting of reality. i hope it would teach me how to forget, how to let go, how to move on, how to break from the bondage of the past (how dramatic and corny i sound!)
… nwei, id like to start the new year with a clean slate. no more hang-ups from the past year, no more regrets to be carried over to the new year. no more frustrations and disappointments, for what’s the use of dwelling on things of the past if you can’t do anything about them anymore? there are things that can’t be undone. you just live with them.
i hope the new year would bring forth a burst of red cherry blossoms, the smell of a new ‘love’, the promise of something more beautiful. but if its not meant to be, then so be it. afterall, i hope the new year would teach me to wait patiently, and just keep on believing for eventually, it will come.
