the big two-zero-zero-seven

what do you know, it’s already the new year.

just when i was minding my own business, lost in a flurry of thoughts and pressures of work, to wake up to a new year. when did it happen, i really don’t know.

we Filipinos have a knack for celebrating new year in style. for us, new year symbolizes everything that is brand new: new beginnings, forgiveness for whatever happened the past year; new dreams and hope and sometimes, even a new life.

but this is something that really bugs me as of late. Yes, it’s the new year. The changing of calendars, the end of another leather bound planner/journal validated that–but why do i feel like i am trapped in the past year? Sometimes, i feel like my world isn’t even moving. the i am perennially trapped on this swivel chair and chained to this god-forsaken PC. there are times when i look back and i don’t see the beginnings, the mark of a new start…a new life, but just a trail. A trail which unfortunately points at me and says "you forgot to finish things you have started before…"

i feel like going back sometimes, but i know it is impossible. This is quite a revelation mind you, for someone who lives for the present, who looks forward to the future and treasures the past. Treasure–but never did i patronize history nor the what-should-have-beens.

So, this is the new year. The big two-zero-zero-seven…what awaits us all, i don’t know. But I do know that no matter what lies beneath that horizon, one thing’s for sure. It’s us who makes our path–no one else. So if we want to live this life, revel on the mystery that is this year…it’s up to us. There are no finger pointing needed for what-ifs and buts…

Life…it’s just too precious, too short…to waste away thinking.