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Endings and beginings...

Life is full of these ... and yet we still seem to mourn the endings and get excited about the beginings! all the time... everytime...

Is this what is the miracle called life?

2008 is on the verge of becoming the past... and 2009 is going to be the present and not the future anymore...

So how was 2008? same as every other year i guess...
some highs, some lows...
some times of utter despair,
some full of hope and new directions,
and some broken promises,
some moments full of life,
and some times i wished i wasn't alive,
festivities and celebrations on one hand,
funerals and illnesses on the other,
intimacy and passion was there,
strangely so was distance and loneliness,
some frustrating moments of silence,
where the heart wanted to shout and scream,
and some moments of emotional cacophony,
when all i wanted was a dessert of silence,
tender moments of pure unadulterated love
which only a child can bring,
Thankfully some moments of being one myself...

so ya - all in all... a pretty normal year... i guess...

What would 2009 bring with it?

maybe i'll revisit this entry next 31st dec and see what i can fill in then...

till then...

adieu 2008
welcome 2009...

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