and so it is: a fresh start
as the madness that always greets the arrival of the new year subsides, as firecrackers settle and end up into dusts after a shower of fiery lights into the otherwise dark, grey sky, and as silence slowly envelopes the city after several hours of war like bangs of noises that remind everyone how it is be trapped in a battle of global proportions, the mind gradually contemplates on the year that was and what the next twelve months will bring. moving forward ultimately requires a refection on what the last twelve months have been. so that by evaluating what happened, what went wrong, what worked, where did it get lost, where it was most joyful, where it was the saddest, where it lost control, the soul can finally find its own path, settle on a new direction towards the future. as usual i am blabbering. it's a quarter to three in the morning, nearly three hours into the first day of january and the new year, and i am quite drunk. after a meeting with an international fashio...