Overall this year I've done too many things to enumerate in a mere blogpost. So, much like the previous rotation around the sun, I'll summarize everything into this neat list of lessons learned.
This year I've learned very little from books of whatever sorts -- however useful guides they may be, they hold limited value in the lack of an actual life to accompany them. So I'm leaving the stories for later, who knows, maybe I'll even tell one or two myself.
Perhaps the foremost lesson was provided to me by the enduring need to care more for myself and those close to me. Never before has this need shown itself more clearly to me.
This year I've travelled -- not far, maybe not as wide as I would have liked, but certainly the deepest I could go thus far. Each of these travels was a lesson that carved for itself a place in me, shaping a few necessary self-adjustments in preparation for the future.
This year I've learned to wholly appreciate what little there is left of humanity.
Such wholesome ^_^
I for one will be glad to see the back of this Bethesda game of a year. And yet, we may grow to miss it. For hark, alas, yea, verily I say to you, as we eat, drink and are appropriately merry, as the din of the pyrotechnics dies down, the select reveler may perceive, at the very edge of hearing, the spectral howl of the prophet, Palada. As we fall to our knees in operatic fashion, this collective Ghost of Christmas Future will point its bony finger at the gravestone of our civilization. Thereon, two simple engraved words encompass our grisly fate:
"Vin alegerile"
They're quite close, aren't they?
Let 'em come, and let civilization crumble under its weight. It's run its course and the best we can hope at this point is that it brings down all the blatantly stupid nonsense along with it. Either way it won't be easy, but I suppose that'll only make living (as opposed to vegetation disguised as "living") all the more important.
Meanwhile one more year has passed and while both the amount of nonsense and its quality of being such have increased, said nonsense has never been more visible to the naked eye since maybe 1989. And whaddaya know, my dear Mihanie, the so-called "elections" were part of this theatre of the absurd too, even as they got unhappened.
I stand by my words: I can't wait for the whole fucking thing to unhappen, even if this jihad may mean that I won't get to see what comes after. Let it come, this corpse is at least five years past its expiration date now.
But other than that, sure: may we have a happy and prosperous 2025!
And here I was thinking that, finally, the dreaded Elections having arrived, years would pass before Palada could taunt us with them again. And yet, they came, then uncame, so they can come again, like a zombie that just won't stay down. The prophet cackles, knowingly.