So it’s New Year’s Eve. 2011 is upon us!

The time right now’s about 6pm; mom’s got stuff in the oven for tonight’s big dinner and people around are going absolutely mental trying to ready themselves for what’s to be the beginning of a mass welcoming of a new decade.

The air is so electrified with energy, you can smell it around everywhere you look. Everybody everywhere is buzzing about the significance of tonight for some reason or the other. Be it change, promise, ambition, reoccurrence, alcohol, you decide.

As for me, I’m sitting in front of a laptop at a desk which looks out nicely on to a sunset, listening to U2 – which for some reason takes me all the way back to my pre-teen era – and writing this. And not to forget, a glass of cheap wine for company.

As with most bits of my life, I’m not entirely sure how it’s come to this – I seem to be highly negligent of my blog by nature – but I’ve narrowed it down to two likely primary reasons. The first being that I’ve suddenly realised that come sometime in 2011, I would have spent 26 years of my life on earth, and that Joyce (a dear, dear friend of mine) made me do it.

That’s a heck of a long time isn’t it? 365 x 26 = a lot more memories, experiences, days, whatever, more than I can count, let alone remember.

In guess in essence, I fear ageing. I hate growing old. I turn into the Birthday Grinch every time November 26 comes around and just want it to be over as quickly as possible.

But that aside, I guess it’s about time I start making the days count. Having lived 25+ years already and done nothing remotely significant is not exactly as the initial plan would have it.

Maybe being struck with the disadvantage of not being able to walk or talk effectively in my first couple of years, and then not having the capacity or liberation by law to do all the things I wanted till I was 21 humbled my approach a little at first, but I’ve got nothing to stop me now.

I guess what I’m getting at is that, it’s time to nut up or shut up, as Woody Harrelson so eloquently put it. 2011, like every New Year, needs to be more than the last one that’s over in just a couple of hours.

So here’s a glass raised to the promise of things to come. No wait, the promise of things we’ll make come our way by our own limitless capacity. Be it by complementing fuel-cell production, curing poverty, having the balls to get out of a destructive relationship, making the person you love incomparably the happiest person in the world, or simply learning to play a musical instrument.

God knows I’ll be on a mission. Visor on, limiter off…

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