… for one to start the first post of the year, with something absolutely fantastic and inspirational; full of resolutions and hopes for the year to come.
I’ve not even written my new year’s resolution, for ever-knowing fear that I will indeed break them all in the first month itself. After nearly sixteen years of being ambitious and having every goddamn ideal contested against; I’m done with all that shit.
I however am planning a New Year’s Manifesto. The manifesto being:
1. It can start on any day of your choice, be it the New Year of the Muslim Calendar, Chinese Calendar, Gregorian Calendar, Glastonbury Festival Calendar… As you like it.
2. Fuck All.
You see, the second point is the icing of the cake. It gives a sense of hope, a sense of “live life to the full”, “shit happens” and “shut up and move on”. It speaks of the emotional detachment to the disappointments of life, yet at the same time the holistic upheaval by a sudden shortcoming. My friends, it simply means that we should all do the best we can, living out our evolution driven lives, and not lose hope when things go wrong.
It doesn’t necessarily mean being nonchalant to commitments or responsibilities that we are obligated to perform, no. It doesn’t mean forsaking your beliefs or principles, joining a cult and wearing black, no. It doesn’t even mean fucking everything up, no. It simply means taking things in your stride.
And the best thing about being able to start it whenever you like; you can never break it. You will feel down about a lot of shit one day, but it’s fine. Because you have an incentive to pick yourself up the next day (Coachella Music Festival Calendar?), just because there is no reason but every other reason in the world for you to live another day.
Now, to the formalities.
I know I’ve not updated for a good month or so, and I am indeed very sorry. It’s just that the last few weeks of me being in the UK was when I had things to do, people to visit, and I was also somewhat mentally occupied in angst and probably thought. It didn’t help either that from Christmas week, I was constantly on the go, and that I was starting school the morning after I arrive home. As many of you all know, I had also started my fourth year of Secondary Education (in capitals, as to emphasize the somewhat wonder of it) at my B Grade School. So that also means settling in, getting my things into order, combating jet lag and lack of sleep and so on and so forth.
I also fell ill on the second and third week of school, if that is any event to be remarked about. What it was caused by is not exactly foreign to me, as I had not been getting enough sleep being in a pressure cooker of a new environment with a flu-bug running around the place. There is only so much that constant paracetamol, brain stimulating chemicals, and caffeine can do for you in two weeks.
Though it was all in good cause. After vomiting my breakfast out one morning, I wrote three scenes off the Impending Script of Doom that is due tomorrow, and which I have been having trouble to just to finish the last scene.
“The calm before the BRAIN STORM.”, as my new English teacher would remark.
I however am not too sure.
I’ve got oh-so-much to post, and if I could I’ll promise you all somehow that I’ll post it all up when I am in a far better frame of mind to do so. I will however leave you with some photos I took when I was in London on my last day there, walking around the half empty streets of a metropolis asleep and peaceful in the calm of New Year’s Day.
The closed exterior of Rough Trade Records at Neal’s Yard
The Tate Modern, taken at the same angle I shot in Winter 2005. Sentimental really.
Saint Paul’s Cathedral looking absolutely beautiful in the late winter afternoon light.
My sister and I stumbled over LSE completely by random. The exterior was littered with newspaper, (probably last night’s shenanigans), but it was still absolutely beautiful.
May the new year bring all of us the best; whatever your definition of a new year is.