I prefer experiences and quality merriment. We can eat and drink in a hole in the wall, and I wouldn’t bat an eye as long as I’m laughing with you. Also, it helps that I still am that kid who has an infallible grade-school memory.
I’m a flaming extrovert who loves solitude and my own company. I could tolerate days inside my little cell, impervious to any external human stimulation, and still thrive. After leaving school, it didn’t change much. I just added work on the equation but I still read voraciously and suffer from occasional staircase wit in that little space.
This post was supposed to be of the things that I learned and achieved this year. But an all-encompassing story wouldn’t hurt either. What’s the last day of the year anyway but a reflection of one’s self?
Maybe. Just maybe, these mountains have the answers to everything. But like any wise man, they choose to remain silent because they know better than nonsense clamor. So, I look up to them. In awe.
“Perhaps a personal trope or what, but words aren’t the best judge of one’s emotions and thoughts, right? Always lacking in some form regardless of superlatives.”
“Funny how things turned out, right? Who would have thought that this year would get lost in a miasma of anxiety about things we can’t fully grasp. I can’t thoroughly wrap my head around it. Yet I think we can all relate that we’re merely blind followers of safety protocols these days.”
” … I think fear is merely a brat that needs to be coaxed once but never tolerated for long. To be conquered, not romanticized.”
I felt weirdly elated; coupled with the fear of not knowing what’s lurking behind every crevice and holds. An army of ants, a rare bird’s nest or worse, a snake. One loose rock too and it could be the end of my outdoor mischief.