There comes a point each year when you step back and observe everything that’s happened, everything that you’ve done for the past year, and you reflect on it.
There comes a point in your life when you take a long look at your friends. Some, you’ve known for years. Some, you’ve only truly known for a month or two–regardless, you take a look at them, and you’re thankful for their presence. Your life is fuller because of them. You’ve learned things from them. You’ve worried with them. You’ve been inspired by them. You’ve drawn happiness from their happiness. You’ve shared that which is most precious, that which is most fleeting and impossible to acquire–time. You’ve shared literal moments of your lives together. Those moments are yours and theirs forever.
I had something angry to say here, something spiteful, something wicked and selfish and full of self-pity and doubt.
Then I tried to think of a moment that I regretted spending in the last year with anyone–and I couldn’t.
Ah well. There’s always tomorrow.
You all make it hard to hate. How the hell am I supposed to get any writing done without angst? I guess I’ll have to rely on that whole “talent” thing. Sheesh.