If one ought to ask me whether my 2009 has been a good year, I would answer, and with heartfelt conviction, in the affirmative. To tell you the truth, I never had a bad year on the whole of my existence. Every year was as good as any other year, if not more; to have been able to face another year with hearts beating and souls breathing are enough testimonies of a year laid not to waste. Life has always been a gift underrated.
As with my brother’s tradition, I realized it would be fun to write my own series of posts about the year that was. It won’t be an easy task; I have a memory of a guppy fish, but I always had been a sucker for nostalgia. Will it not be swell for my future self to read this post four or five years in the future and heave a sigh of longing?
Goodbye, 2009. This is for you.
And a little bit for me, as well.
