It's the first day of 2012 and I should be writing something epic. But instead here I am, completely lost for words. I thought about writing how my 2011 was. Sure, it would be nice to write about the year when I learned to be happy on my own, the year when I passed the board exam and finally got to call myself a nurse, and the year where I first got myself employed.
That's it for my 2011? Gosh, I have never felt a year emptier.
I really wish I could brag about topping the boards, earning a job in a first-class hospital, and finally saying yes to love again. But none of that really happened. It was an okay year- you know, the one where you can just label with a B+ rather than an A. I wish I could say it was a disappointing one. But then I realized the real disappointment here is me -- the writer, the maker, the dreamer. I could have written a better story for 2011 and made it happen. Instead, I left it as mere dreams. But I guess that's what New Years are all about -- we get another chance, another 365 days to make things right.
This year, I get another chance to forgive, to do better, to give more and love more. Not all people were given a chance to make it to 2012, let alone survive 2011. I know that because I work in a hospital and I see people being wheeled by a stretcher with relatives crying rivers of tears. I am one of the few lucky ones and I'm not gonna let this year be another waste of time and existence. I'm gonna show the world why I deserve another year to live. I don't know how but let me start with this writing. This is just the first page of a 70-sheet notebook, and if I get to write something in it, it means something meaningful is happening in my 2012.
So watch out and read on :)
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