"These are the seasons of emotion. And like the winds, they rise and fall."
–Led Zeppelin, 'Rain Song': Houses of Holy, 1973
Two thousand eleven. So many things happened this year. Whether ups or downs. So many memories. Whether bitter or sweet. People came and went, or just passed by, and have pushed me to learn. Yes, here are the seasons of emotion. This is the year when so many mixed feelings have been playing around. The year where I have been learning so much. The year that brought me closer to the Almighty, the season of devotion. The year that introduced me to some new people, both good and bad. Again, having been lecturing me with another and another new lessons (of life). I could barely decide whether this is the year I love or the year I loathe. But this is the sacred year, even too sacred to be celebrated. And words "happy new year" seems undeserving enough to be yelled out to end these seasons of emotion.
Opening my 2011 resolution paper I wrote exactly a year ago, I irritated-ly grimaced. Too few I achieved. Too many I spoiled. Quite disappointing. But I won't bother too long, and have promised myself to learn more in sticking with the plan and not spoiling too many things.
Writing another new resolution for another brand new day, I narrowed down "the plan" and made it more specific. Hopefully it could help me be more focus in the completion.
Well, this is the end of the seasons of emotion. The point in which the tidal wave might be milder, or even wilder. The good day to forgive every single thing behind and to put all memories tidily in a box of history. And finally, the rightest time to free every burden and move onto the new day.
Farewell, two thousand eleven. Welcome, new days.
Fin.
