EAT.SLEEP.DESIGN

2014, The year that always seemed so far away, but here we are… We made it. The year that challenged people to shower in a bucket of ice, the year that united gatherings in order to take a selfie, the year that feminism caused a uproar, the year that rewarded a 17 year old girl for her bravery against evil, the year that people marched onto the streets for justice, the year that society screamed to bring back our girls, the year that all of our differences caused killings and beheadings to which there is no count, the year that injected a plague into Sierra Leone, the “lower class” of society, the year that tried to convince the whole world that planes went missing into thin air, the year that spent 50 days on the bloodiest battle between the Gaza strip and Israel, the year that reminded us that the colour of our skin is just destructive as the 18th century, the year that spilled the blood of 142 children to satisfy someone else’s thirst of revenge, the year that taught us that time does not heal everything, the year that tells us just like every other year, that time is the real enemy… and all of us, did not make it. - Happy New Year

And so, you just do it. You get up, and you say to yourself, “I don’t care if my heart is bleeding. I don’t care if thinking of him touching someone else’s skin hurts so bad that some days I can’t even form sentences. I’m not going to let this ruin my life anymore.” And just like that, you move on. You get out of bed. You look in the mirror and whisper his name until it doesn’t mean anything anymore as it rolls off your tongue. You wear his favorite dress and you accept that compliment from another man in the grocery store. You get in the shower and feel his fingerprints rinse from your skin. You lick your lips without tasting his mouth. And baby, you move on with your life. It will take a long time. Don’t expect to wake up one morning and never think of him again. You’ll move on, but there will be days you still miss him. And that’s okay, love. Some days will hurt more than others. But you live. You visit beautiful places, and you meet beautiful people, and you live. You learn that he isn’t the end of everything. You learn to be happy on your own. And God, it is beautiful.