Third World Writer

Continued.

So it’s 2009 and once again the year has changed, and every time this happens I feel a little confused. January 1 is such an arbitrary day, no different from any other, but celebrated as the beginning of the year just because Julius Caesar declared it a couple of thousand years ago. But nothing much happens on midnight on the first of January. The earth turns a little, moves around the sun a little, and fireworks go off. Big deal. I don’t get it. Every day should be a new year.

Still, because everyone else seems to treat each new set of 365 days, 5 hours, 49 minutes and 12 seconds as a neatly delimited chapter in our lives, as though our lives come in segments with clear beginnings and ends, I’ve spent a little time this morning wondering about the things that happened in the last year.

I lost my job, which was sucky enough even without the conjunctivitis and having my phone die on me at the same time.

I moved back to Manila for work, effectively beginning a long-distance relationship with zee. Sucks.

I turned a quarter of a century old. My zee turned a year older.

My phone got stolen. A wonderful day.

My friends, Red and Tin, got “married”. The most fun wedding I’ve attended, and the only one with Wii, PS3 and ping pong on pre-wedding game night. Didn’t get to play Taboo officially (because our team won before my turn), but picked up a knack for it after the wedding. ^_^

Zee and I celebrated our four years together, apart.

I joined, and failed, NaNoWriMo, but gained a confidence that no attempt is ever made in vain. Made a mental list of things I want to try for a month, including putting up a website, learning the guitar, learning Rails, getting published, writing songs, etc.

I set up my website. Well, technically not yet, just relocated my blog to thirdworldwriter.com, but I’ll fix it soon enough.

My tau cross’s string broke.

And I met up with Girlie and April. Funny thing.

Here are two people I met in high school, was never really friends with either of them, and I think I might have hated April at one point (I hated all CAT officers, as a group, sorry ^^). I have almost no memory of them from those days, but met the older versions of themselves online via blogs. I find it pretty cool that we are able to do these sort of things now, forget people of no importance to us and discover them later in a new light. It makes the world just that much larger.

Among all the days in my life that I still remember, among the most significant is the Fifteenth of August, 2008. This is the day that my phone got stolen, and unlike most memorable days where only one or two significant events occur, this day had a whole bunch of important events that taught me something. And every once in a while, when the state of the world leaves me feeling really down, I look back to this day as a reminder that there is still hope.

I’m not gonna bore you with the details, but it involved losing a cellphone, not knowing the time, listening to the rain, following a foreigner and offering an umbrella without a word.

As you might guess, because I don’t believe in the concept of a “New Year”, I don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions. I believe people should contemplate how they’ve been living their lives more frequently than once a year, and resolve to improve themselves more often. It’s okay to set long-term goals for Earth’s next trip around the Sun, but it’s important to assess one’s self regularly. Improvement should not need to coincide with fireworks.

To be continued.