I’ve always loved New Year’s Eves. This thrill of having a new hope and the feeling that you could start your life all over again. From now on everything is going to be different. It’s going to be better. I’m going to change. I won’t make those stupid mistakes ever again. I’ll be good. I’ll lose all those surplus kilograms (or, pounds, mind you, I’m writing from England). I’ll have more quality time with my family. I’ll eat healthier. I’ll work less. I’ll work more. I’ll be more organised. I’ll be less stressed. And so on.
2020 has reminded us all that we can promise ourselves whatever we want to, we can make plans as big or as small as we want to, and it doesn’t really matter because things not always depend on us. 2020 was not the year we managed to get everything we wanted. At the same time, it was a year when many of us have managed to see and appreciate what we already had. In the constant run to earn more money, to get more power, to look better, to buy more things or bigger things, or nicer things, we were reminded that the human beings are just a part of this machinery called The World. And the biggest money doesn’t matter if you are ill, the most luxurious cars don’t matter if you cannot drive them to be close to your dear one who is dying, lonely and without any hope for help.
2020 has been extremely difficult, with the worldwide pandemic, extreme weather, record of unemployment, social injustices, forest fires, and closer to the place where I live – Brexit. Enough of that. I beg you. No more talking. Instead, let’s focus on what’s good. And, there were some good things that happened.