I was too deeply engrossed in Jane Austin's classic, that I failed to notice the lights glimmering through my window, and the loud noise coming from our neighbors' backyard. I paused for a second, thinking maybe it's another birthday party, then I remembered.. it's new year's eve!!!
While sitting there on the sofa, I looked back at 2010, and thought how fast the year went by, and how much I regret not having accomplished most of what I had planned on accomplishing. One more year of my life here on earth flew by, and now I'm one year closer to death. One year of my life just came to an end.
How ironic were these thoughts, and the fact that the inhabitants of the house opposite to ours were celebrating.
I'm not pessimistic. I am far from being that. I am not depressed, nor have I ever looked at the cup half empty (maybe during my teenage years I have, but who hasn't?!) I am only rational.
Who, with a sane mind, would celebrate losing one year of their lives? Send greeting cards to loved ones, party, and give presents? The only possible explanation is, that it's purely commercial.
Or that it's a way of getting their minds off the sad fact that they have just lost one more year of their precious lives. But still, not a reason for celebration.
On a different note, my exhibition went really well last week! I sold 7 of my prints. It was really good for a first time, and I hope it won't be the last. The place was really nice, although a little tight. At one point, people were bumping into each other just standing there.
(He really liked the yellow jasmine!)
May Allah bless you and your loved ones, and may this year be full of happiness, joy and peace for all of us!
*I am only praying to God and hoping that this year would bring peace and joy to all, so no.. I am not contradicting myself*