2008

was a year of tears.
So many they can't be counted,
but every last one can still be felt.
It was a year of hard lessons.
Of learning how small twists
can make a big difference,
and how even when you want to make a difference,
the world is big and you are small.

It was a year of fear.
And of drowning in uncertainty,
so much that you forget what it felt like to be found.
It was a year of loss and of losing yourself.
Of finding your limits, passing them,
and hanging on by a thread.

It was a year of loneliness,
but it was never a year of being alone.
It was a year where you learned
the true value of a plane ticket,
and how much it can mean
to just hear to phone ring at the end of the day.
It was a year of learning to catch,
and learning how to let yourself be caught.

Yes, it was a year of struggle.
But it is also at the end of this year,
that you feel the most lucky of all.