“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.”
― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
It’s the last day of the year in 2020. Yes, it’s 365/365 or 365 of 365. Though the year is over and we will be out, it will not be forgotten. I truly wanted to capture and list all the lessons I learned in 2020, but I decided no on a comprehensive list. I believe it’s more important to say that I’m thankful and appreciative for my existence.
The outgoing year was about protests, deaths, sacrifices, and ingenuity. I watched what I thought was friends act out their true feelings through social media posts. I’ve seen families come together and support one another in monumental ways. Moreover, I witness small families struggle and buckle under the flows brought on by the pandemic. I, myself, have been changed by the occurrence of 2020. In 2021, I hope that cruelty, racisms, injustice, inhumanity, and fiendish are bound. I hope that GOD releases goodness, mercy, justice, and good health in 2021.
May we all experience the new year in ways beneficial to each of us as individuals and as collective denizens of this world. Let’s find peace with our neighbors, strive to eradicate our weaknesses, sort out our differences, and become better people – let’s cultivate in ways that preserve rather than destroy.
