2011 was a year of loss, disappointment, incomplete promises, traumatic journeys, betrayal, unpleasant surprises, terrible uncertainties, and endless loneliness. Possibly the worst year of my life, it will take some time to know however. There was sadness and tragedy all around, and a lingering bad taste on the tongue. It was a year of spiritual recapitulation and material bankruptcy. Every handshake was marked by the slimy touch of melancholia. Every smile that greeted me was tired and laboured. Every place where I arrived was angry and exhausted, on the verge of breaking down but hanging on. I wish I could say it was a year to forget, but there are things I must remember too. Every journey I made ended on a middle note, neither here nor there.
Thank God there was some good Test Cricket and some new friends to make. Thank God this is not the last year of my life, that I can live to overwrite the mess I've inherited from this year. Even though this year provided precious little, there is much to live for, much to re-work, re-assess, re-search. After all, the great man is still playing. What bigger inspiration there could be! May you all have a wonderful "new" year.
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