ƸӜƷ Beautiful Lies.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

The clock strikes twelve; euphoria surged across all nations. 2012 is

ushered in with glittering glamour and stalwart style; rightfully so,

as a new year brings with it that beacon of hope, the refreshed

aspirations and renewed resolutions.

New year celebrations has become an icon. The fanciful fireworks,

the derogatory dances, the booze bingeing and the defiled

debaucheries; sharing striking resemblance with its predecessor,

these traits have become trademark characterizations of the

celebration, catapulting the event into a global phenomenon. Like

any other festive seasons, the celebration has largely turn into a

marketing affair, where profit becomes the number one priority.

Heavily obscured by other motives, these festivals begin to lose their

meaning and purpose.

However, I refuse to, like the masses, be misled and manipulated by

people with wrong motivations. New year is the time for reflection.

A time to consolidate the years' happenings, strung into a rosary.

Each bead so significant, it has its own meaning. Learning from our

past mistakes, renewing our faith and commitment to our

resolutions, reestablishing the fundamentals in our life, our

motivations and purpose, are essentials that needs to be addressed,

before we proceed into the new year. Mindlessly marauding ahead

will more often than not lead to another year of stagnation or misery;

another fruitless year.

2011 has been a year of event aplenty. The first half was a rosy one.

A happy one. A memorable one. Come NS, and everything changed.

The transition went terribly wrong. Everything just went downhill in

exasperating speed, leaving me quite battled and I struggled to

recover. Albeit I am intent to see a change. To end this poor form,

and to rediscover the joys in life.

2012 begins with new hope and may it end with similar

flamboyance.

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