Around this time last year, I remember looking at my Facebook homepage and seeing only one thing: post after post wishing for 2010 to end already and for 2011. Everyone seemed to share this notion that the moment the clock turned 00:00 and 2011 began, their lives will magically transform into the one they’ve always dreamed of.
I remember posting a picture on my profile making fun of those very people (I can’t post the picture here because I’ve been Facebook-less pretty much ever since.) Yes, a new year meant new opportunities, renewed hope and all that, but life will not simply change itself just like that. Not so obviously and not only because the number on the calendar has changed.
I’m very sorry to say I was wrong. In any way I look at it, 2011 was the worst year I’ve ever, ever been through. And granted, the bad things did not start happening the second 2010 left, but I swear it feels like it. I think it was someone’s way of showing me that a year is not only a way of measuring the time going by, but that each year was an entity of its own and it wanted to make its presence felt and remembered forever. Which it will be (for all the wrong reasons.)
So as this year comes to an end, I think I’m gonna be one of those people I made fun of last year, and hope that by the time the clock strikes 00:00, 2011 won’t only leave our calendars, it will also take with it all the horrible things it had brought to make room for some good memories.
Happy New Year. 
M
hoooooooooooooooopefully
happy 2012 (ya Rab)