Don't worry. I don't hate you.
It's just that some things are meant to go, and I am afraid your time is numbered and I have to send my goodbyes too. But before you leave, like what the others did to me, I'd like to mark these words to you.
I welcomed you with sparkling dreams in my heart and a brand new hope to hit my goals. And you came to me like an ocean water (blame Moana and Percy Jackson for the comparison), inviting me in a voyage and taking me to places I have never been.
The first journey took smoothly, as I found things I want to pursue. Everything went according to how I imagined it to be. I was actually enjoying those new adventures as I have gained courage to sail further - further than my horizon.
Then there I was, on a mission, literally. Sailing on my own but discovering more than what my feet could. I’ve met people who left a carve in my heart and learned their culture which changed my perspective. Though for once, I doubted myself, got lost for a second, but your waves told me that my time of weakness is my time of strength - that trust is not optional - that my purpose is bigger than what my mind could comprehend.
Islands after islands, I was learning to enjoy the ride. Then I noticed I was not a solo-backpacker. There were people aboard who chose to travel with me. It got happier and more exciting. Others might have gone into other directions, but I was still left with special people. Special people with special abilities to put sunshines in my storms. Happy became my name as I was really living life in its fullness. I even called you "the happiest year so far". What could have go wrong?
But the wind changed its direction. Cloud storms accumulated, thunders rumbled, and the waves pushed harder, stronger, harsher than ever.
I then named you "unfair" for treating me that way. You never told me where that journey was leading me. Many times I thought of changing the route and choosing an easier one because that was too much for me. Yet you insisted that I would not be given something I cannot handle. And there was this voice telling me that I may not realize things, but later I would understand. I thought, “that didn't make any sense”.
The wind got stronger and my ship was about to wreck. Then a big wave was thrown at me and I thought of drowning. But no I was alive, only to realize I’ve lost two important things in my life. Really, if all was a joke, then maybe my sense of humor is in negative one.
I then named you “a thief” for stealing a part of my life. There was no way to get them back. No way to start all over again. No way to say the things left unsaid. I knew I got stronger and wiser and braver, but still I was not able to save them. How can I continue when my main reason to do my best was gone?
Then everything came to me like a flash of lightning. The time I started this journey, the faces of people who told me not to let go, those precious memories this quest have brought me. Yes I was in a deep sorrow, and maybe I still am, but gratitude overpower it. Everything happens for a reason. The ocean chose me for that reason. And in spite of all nasty labels I called you, you never let me drown.
The shoreline is fast approaching and later we will be departing. Thank you for this crazy journey - all those surprises you prepared for me, the lessons you made me learn in hard ways, the patches you stuck in my broken heart and the strings you connected to me and to people who are one-chat-away. Indeed, it wasn’t an easy sail. But you remained faithful as what you have promised according to my first letter to you (https://www.facebook.com/notes/gell...).
So I must say, my good friend 2016, you may be gone but not forgotten. You gave me a treasure box full of things more worth than gold - priceless memories and immeasurable joy. I am sure in my next navigation, it will be a way way crazier than you.
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