I contemplated for a moment, is
2022 a good year to me? And as I sat and think about the little moments
that passes by me, there are messes and chaos, there are big changes and little
changes, there are heartbreak and backstabbed, there are moments that I did not
even want to show up for myself.
But just like any other year, I
learn to stand back up after being knocked down. I learn to wipe my own tears,
talk my way out to the light and give a pat on my shoulder for winning the
silent battles every night. I also learn to be patient during difficult times
because what we learned best in our twenties is the ups and downs
that life is going to throw at us consistently. Is learning how to see the
best in moments when times were at its worst. Is learning to love even it was
hard to love.
2022 was a year of change, a shuffle on all the things from
adulthood. Change is hard, is not getting what you used to see yesterday, last
month, last year or even the last decade. It’s forcing to be stepped out from
my safe space and starting all over again. But I’m still thankful for the
shuffle, for the new people that walk in my life that I dearly loved too. And I
hope I could love you all for the decades to come. Thank you for being a
part of my life’s story.
This year, instead of concluding with a word, I’m concluding the year with a quote, never be afraid to fall apart because it is an opportunity to rebuild yourself the way you wish you had been all along.