my version of rent
December 4, 2007 by estelaaque
It’s barely a few days to go before the year ends. It wasn’t so long ago that I was so looking forward to the new year. And now I’m all wind up and tired.
I’ve been playing the song in my head. How do you measure a year? Indeed how? Though time is finite, a year’s worth is only your own. My 2007 will never be the same as anyone else’s. So now I’m thinking, if I make my own 2007 highlights what will make up my year? Will I count the many times I lost my temper? Or the times I broke my diaphragm in laughter? Will it outnumber the many times I cried? Have I visited new places? Have I tried something new? Met new people? Fell in love? Am I a better person now than I was 11 months ago? Am I whole or broken?
Endless questions… Quite a number of what if’’s. Inspite it all, I am still me.
