Happy New Year !

 I've always been excited to celebrate new years. Somehow it has always carried a sense of excitement and ecstasy with it.  It always made me want to celebrate, to shout and jump out of joy as I yell out happy new year. Maybe the reason is that I've always wanted to be the first one to wish everyone that I care for. Now that I think back, I've never been able to figure out the reason behind the excitement.  


I'm not here to tell you how excited I am for another new year.  To be honest,  I think screaming out happy new year,  is pretty overrated,  because it has been a little exhausting with everything that went on in the last 2 years. I'm terrified of stepping into another year of adulting,  with none of you beside me.  I'm not saying it was completely bad and I've lost hope,  no,  it's quite the opposite.  It's just that,  this year,  I choose to cherish what I have,  every second that I breathe, because all the loss I've experienced and seen makes me grateful for what remained with me.  This year,  I will choose to keep choosing you,  along with everything I need to do,  because as much as the materiality of the world is real and one has to strive for it,  none of that would matter if you won't remain.  Because without you,  I wouldn't recognize me,  I wouldn't be me. This year,  I will choose to love you,  way beyond you expect me to,  because I choose to live surrounded by love, and will wish the same for you.  

So,  it's not the new year's new number that holds something for me.  It's the privilege to be able to step into it with you.  


You being in my life is what makes it a "happy" new year despite all other things. So,  here I am,  saying

 "HAPPY NEW YEAR " 

to you too,  wishing and praying it'd work for you just the way it has been and will be working for me all along!

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