It’s the last day of 2015. It’s the very last day of 2015. It’s the absolute last day of a year that was beautifully tumultous.
I can’t get that out of my head; it’s like my favourite song on replay or the rush of memories that stomp in your brain between life and death.
Are you scared? Are you apprehensive? Because I can assure you I am. If you’re not, then you’re probaby the most sorted individual to have walked the planet. Let’s face it, Daniel Radcliffe had problems too and so did Shah Rukh Khan—if they didn’t, they wouldn’t be where they are today!
So, here’s my second question to you, are you afraid of the problems that the future may hurl at you? Because I assure you I am. But I also know that I want to get over my inhibitions. Let’s make a checklist, shall we? Here are the five things that we should not and can not be afraid of in 2016:
Failure
I may be an athlete, I may have trained very hard. However, there’ll come a point in the race when I’ll fall on my knees. My knees will be bruised and bloody, burning as if they are the epicentres of a blaze. But you know what? The rest of my body is still intact. The other organs may be incapable of compensating for the knees, yet, my heart will tell me to ignore the pain and run faster and my brain will keep reminding me of the sting, just so I know what I am fighting for. I haven’t lost yet. I never will, if I know where my race is headed.
Being ‘poor’
First things first, if I’m reading and/or writing this right now, I’m definitely not ‘poor’ because I have minimum access to the Internet. I’m probably just a tiny bit less privileged than my counterparts in the wealthier parts of the country. I have a bed, that I love, thank you very much and I get three meals a day into my stomach. It’s alright to want a seven-course meal everyday, it’s alright to desire for a larger room. That still doesn’t make it a good reason to be unhappy with the perfectly comfortable single bed, because I did put some effort into getting here as well! Why not work harder to get to the next luxury level in the game of life? Besides, there are people who don’t even have what I did five years ago. Let’s share with them what we do have now. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll be more special then.
Not being the best at everything
Well, I think this calls for an extravagant use of the figures of speech:
- I’m a good vocalist. I’m a better dancer. I’m the best writer (I’m not saying I am the best, but it’s just that I have very few attributes to add to this analogy).
- He’s a good writer. He’s a better dancer. He’s the best singer.
Each one of us has our own forte, where no one can compare with our talent. Need I say more?
Being alone
On some days, everyone may be too busy to listen to me, to spend time with me. I can either call everyone in my contact list and wait for at least one person to say yes, purely because I’m too scared of being alone. No, I don’t mean that I’m scared of the dark or of possible ghosts lurking outside my room. I mean, the sense of desolation that can wash my spirit right down my throat like water would to a pill. Or, I can spend time with my own self: I can talk to myself, watch a movie with myself, read a book to myself and write letters to myself. Soon, the wait will end. One person close to my heart, rather than a strange aquaintance from my contact list will come home to me because he/she wishes to and has finally overcome all the tasks that kept him/ her sufficiently occupied all day to even recieve my calls.
Being youself
I have random zits on my face and I have to shave every once in a while. I eat cheese and chocolate with my fingers and wipe them on my worn out jeans. Sometimes, I urinate in the shower. There, I said it out loud. You know why I had the confidence to say it? I know that all of you do and undergo at least two of these things, without doubt. If not, then you, my friend, are a medical miracle. Other than that, I’m not an extreme hippie, or a total academic. I’m somewhere in the middle, just hanging in there. But I’m myself and that’s okay for me. It should be for you too, if you know what I mean.
So well, that’s that. I hope this list works out for you and me both, as the perfect manual for the next rocky year. It is the last day. Referring to the half-emty, half-full glass of milk theory, it may be an end to 2015, but it’s a fresh, new beginning, this time, to 2016.
Have a gorgeous 2016!
Love, Team SpectralHues.
