There is no truth more universally acknowledged than the fact that time flies — months skip, weeks jump, days whizz by. And today, inconspicuously (or, rather, due to the flurry of events catching us unawares), we were ushered into the first of the last month of the decade.
And all of us was none the wiser.
(I’m sure there will be another post about my incredulity of the situation and the surprises that came and went the past ten years, but today felt like waking up after having slept for far longer than is proper.)
I guess I didn’t really know what I wanted to write until I opened this document, and even when I did it took me a while to come up with something I wanted to say. Now that I’ve thought it, I can barely gather the mental clarity to put it into words.
Yet here we are.
And perhaps, in some twist of fate, some random happenstance, some (un)eventful turn of events, that’s what the past decade was. Ten years of barely knowing, hardly understanding, of only just making sense (if at all)… and yet arriving here, at this very moment, ushering in the new decade with a month left in the last.
Wow, the last thirty days of the decade. Here’s to achieving more things we’ve originally thought unattainable, knowing people we’ve always imagined unapproachable, and bettering ourselves in ways we’ve always felt was best for the decades that lay ahead, and not the coming days before us.
Here’s to us, to how far we’ve come, and to what we’re always in the process of becoming.
Of perpetual finds 