Three hundred and sixty five days ago, a blog was born. Life Unplugged. Too many emotions, and too many memories. But not enough words, which is very odd, considering the sheer volume of words written throughout the course of this year.
A year filled with the dire kind of mind-blowing intensity, the kind that leaves you happily damaged against your own will, even if happiness was the only scar that kept you protected for the most part. Happiness, and those fleeting moments, we are all looking for.
And as the year comes to a close, you find yourself regurgitating all the sweet bonbons, while putting aside the bitter ones. The renewed and newfound friendships, the dreams that came true, and all the crazy adventures, safely stored in a vault deep inside your heart. Easily accessible, especially for when you start forgetting. For when the good life is nothing but a distant memory. Magically gone. Poof.
Just make sure to cherish the moments when you have truly lived, and to embrace those that are still on their way. It might take a while for them to get here. But they will, eventually. Be patient. In the meantime, take a look at the world through new eyes if you have to. Appreciate the vibrant colours in the black and white photographs. Choose the rainbow over the pot of gold. Be the fourth leaf on the lucky shamrock. And every morning, when you wake up, don't grumble, don't whine. Instead, take a deep breath.. and just breathe.
It's a new dawn. It's a new year.
Make the most of it.