Dear 2024

Dear 2024,
I don’t blame you.

After all, you are merely a social construct to arrange memories, to create references from and to.

A construct to help navigate life; for some a little better, & for some may be not as much. A milestone to mark begin and end.
A number to mark continued existence.

So I don’t blame you to be unkind, I am not happy nor sad at you giving way to a new year, a new number. After all, every day marks a new beginning.

With every year most of us hope it to be the best assortment of days in everything we pursuit. Some work for it, some don’t. Most simply exist, letting it slip bit by bit, week by week and then wonder how it all ran away. Then they resort to the one thing we all learnt the first in life: Cry. Cry for time that has passed.
Much like why we learnt to cry for the first time. Usually stemming from hunger and discomfort. The hunger to have done more, the discomfort of existence.

Dear 2024, I wouldn’t complain. Infact, I will remember you. Cherish parts of you. You reminded me lessons I had forgotten. You taught me depths I didn’t know exist. Most importantly you taught me to be me. 2024 started for me with meaningless existence, I existed but dealing with one battle at a time, followed by another – most of it not even my own. And in those combats, I drowned. Somedays, I still do.
On somedays I forgot things that made me, me. But what a turn around you’ve been. Teaching me once again to chin up and throttle ahead. You taught me many new things too. The best was the lesson that sometimes you find something you are not even looking for – best summarised as a surprise. Best parts of best memories, you had it all. And then you taught me what it is to lose it all. In the worst ways too, afterall you had it all.

A mix of many, some I will remember, some I wish I forget.
There’s a lot to carry, there’s lot to live for. 2025, you arrive in a few hours. I will see you with everything I know, with every bit of learning, I will remember what I bring from 2024. Me becoming me. In every way possible.

– J3ST3R