As I began writing about my favourite songs/albums of 2011 (just wrapping it up, putting out soon I hope), I felt as though my opening paragraph had already been written. Not in a “This is fate, the words are simply falling out into place” kind of way, but a “fuuuuck, where did I read this already?”
Ah yes. Last December.
One year ago:
As Twenty-Ten comes to a close, I of course partake in my usual reflection and (naturally) loathing of how quickly the time has passed. But through this shroud of negativity, there is a comfort I can always find.
My opener—and much of what I had already written—was nearly identical. Seems like I have gone full-circle and wound up exactly where I was one year ago. Or rather I just have not changed at all.
Jesus-titty-fucking-Mary-on-a-stick-Christ, have I not changed in an entire year? A full calendar just blew past with nothing to show for it? That’s pretty goddamn depressing.
But let’s look back on ’11. Without a doubt, 2011 has been a year where so much has happened in the world. Actually, I’d like to amend that statement: maybe the world hasn’t in fact “gone through more” this year than any other year, I am just in fact paying closer attention (huh, looks like I’ve written that already too; 1000pts to the one who finds it). Or things are being pushed more into the light; Egypt, Gaddafi, bin Laden, Occupy, Fukushima, Will & Kate, SOPA… whatever. All huge stories that I have only really wanted/been able to follow because of the Interwebs.
So what about me (also said by 7+ billion people)? Have I not changed? I have made, lost, and been reunited with friends. I almost lost my love. I’ve done some very stupid things, but also some very cool ones too. I voted for the first time. I started working (a bit), struggling (a lot), drinking (a bit lot? nope, bit). I got punched for wearing a yellow shirt. Just to name a few…
Huh. Guess I have changed.
And then you’re there going, “well no shit, dumbfuck.” We’re always changing. Sometimes it is in a slow, decaying process too subtle to notice. Like rust. Other times it is violent, instant. But it is happening, change is happening. I may currently be in rust-mode—hell, I may be for the rest of my life—but the fact is that I am we are collecting all these experiences that shape and form us. They change us. It’s comforting knowing that tomorrow’s Sven will be much different from today’s Sven.
I hope he’s a little more funny. And has a girls crawling all over him because of his super sexy rippling abs. Actually I take that back…
Go grab a drink, I have a toast to make.
*tink tink tink*
Ahem. Here’s to not the people we were yesterday, nor today. But to the people we hope to be, and become tomorrow. Always be better, always strive for more, and may happiness find you as you follow good health. Thanks for a great year everyone.
Written 12 Dec 11 @ 01:11am