2013 for me was like a roller coaster ride. Things that normally occur once in a lifetime and things that would have an emotional impact on anybody found their way into my life.
First in line was chicken pox. It’s horrible to get it at this age, and it feels unfair just because I got it from my workplace. Well, like the saying goes, better late than never; since it’s worse to get I when I’m even older.
Most part of the year I was busy with work. To the extent I didn’t have enough time for myself. Aside from sleeping, any free time I had was spent with people; people I love and care about of course. So somewhere mid year I signed up for hot yoga. Even though I got some of my colleagues/friends to sign up too, I went on my own for most classes, and I don’t see anything wrong with that. Someone asked why, to me that one hour of yoga was for me to focus on just my own being, and nothing else.
In September a family member passed away. A figure that I do not know very well, a figure that I do not have much to remember by. My grandfather’s passing brought the family together again. It gave some of us a proper chance to iron things out, at the same time revealed the selfish character within some.
I don’t know much about him. Language barrier kept us apart when I was younger, old age and his failing memory made it difficult to have a normal conversation with him when I got older. On the few occasions that I saw him each year he will ask about my studies. Daddy said grandfather liked people who are good in their studies, because grandfather had never been schooled, so that’s something to be proud of to him. During last few years of his life, I don’t remember seeing much of him, he was tired most of the time. I want to believe that his passing was a release for him. Especially so because he suffered pain from an injury that he shouldn’t have had to go through if not for negligence on the caretaker’s part. I had never imagined I would feel so saddened by his parting, it served as a reminder to cherish the ones around me more.
During my travel to Macau. I did bungee jumping; throwing myself off a tower at a height of 61 storeys. The dive that took only seconds to reach the tower’s base consumed so much courage for the initial leap. There are people who asked why I did it. Just because I wanted to. To quench my curiosity of how it felt like diving down. To prove that I dare. Must there be a reason? Life’s short. Do while you still can.
I hope this year will be spectacular.
VONEVON 