Beginnings

As everyone waits in anticipation for the ‘ball to drop’, the world comes to a standstill at midnight. We all halt for a few seconds. It’s one of the more meaningful yet fickle moments in life, a sign that time moves with a mind of its own. A sign that we’ve endured 12 months again without realising how truly impactful they were. A sign to make more resolutions we know we can’t keep because maybe 2023 is going to be our year.

In those few seconds, memories of the last year flash before our eyes. The highs, the lows, the awkward moments we still haven’t unpacked, all of it. Distantly, it strikes us that we’ll have to write the date differently- 01.01.23. A lovely Fibonacci date wasted on a generation far too nostalgic to even move past 2019.

It isn’t until a month into the new year that we realise the year has begun. It won’t wait for us. Meanwhile, we’re still stuck making collages and scrapbooks, trying to document life to make it seem more tangible. To make it seem like something worth holding onto.

01.01.23 and we arm ourselves with all the lessons we’ve learned from 2022. We stand tall in gratitude for our support system, for our beloved friends and family. Yet we also bow our heads, humble in our approach as we greet another year of life. Always ready to grow.

Those few seconds pass and applause erupts at once all over the country. Drinks are clinked, cakes are cut, firecrackers are burst. Silent prayers and promises are sent out into the air with new hopes and dreams for the coming year. Reality comes roaring back with hundreds of chats flooded with celebration. And we stand there, knowing that maybe 2023 is our year.

It’s our story to write.

Written by
Milomi.

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