I will compose my own year ender soon, but for now I'd like to share this Facebook note post of Marla Miniano, my fave Pinay writer and a colleague from Candy Magazine. =)
To my dearest dearest family and friends: Thanks for being part of those 2009 memories that are worth keeping, worth remembering till forever. =) I love you guys! Cheers to a good 2009!!!
You will forget the little things first.
Like the name of that guy your friend's friend introduced you to at that party. Like the floor number of that office you delivered something to several months ago. Like the title of that episode of that show your sister asked you to download for her. Like the name of that actor in that play your friends dragged you to see. Like the exact amount you had to pay for your last credit card bill. Like the date of your last trip to the dentist.
When you look back on this year, you won't remember everything. Life, even a mere 12 months' worth of it, cannot be chronicled down to the very last detail. Photographs and videos and journal entries and lists and tweets and status updates can only do so much. Some things, you will miss. Most things, you will fail to record and report. And your memories, your version of the story, will not always be the absolute truth: Who really started that fight? Did you really get there on time? Did you really send that e-mail, or that text message? What exactly did you feel when you heard the news? What exactly did you do, or fail to do, to drive him away?
But you will remember the things that matter.
You will remember the name of that girl who inspired you take a chance. You will remember the name of that guy who made you smile for days. You will remember every single day of that trip that changed your life. You will remember every word of that mature, honest conversation you had with your parents. You will remember that line from your new favorite movie. You will remember the lyrics to that song that echoed exactly how your life was turning out. You will remember the taste and the smell of that slice of cheesecake you split with your best friend on that night you were both uncharacteristically lost and lonely. You will remember what you wore and what you said and what you felt on that bright sunny day when you shared a secret with that boy you like. You will remember the last time you knew for certain that you were happy, or hopeful, or loved.
You will remember the things that matter, because you want to. Because you choose to.
And next year, and the year after, and the year after, I hope you still remember, and I hope they still matter.