Also this act has come to an end. The curtain has fallen, no applause. No flowers. Only silence.
Dear 2014, you have not been the best year of my life. Definitely not. But you have been a year of teaching. One year open doors and others closed. Others beaten in the face, like when you go away after an argument. A year full of tears. All that a man can pay, I left you. Several times I hit bottom but, slowly, taking up to breathe properly, I have been able to go back and re-emerge from the vortex that made me sink. I was able to (re)take the strength that distinguishes me and for that I thank you. Your classes, in some way, helpful.
You have been the year of dead branches. I cut several. And to think that I have not a green thumb!
You have been the year that many times I even thought of giving up, drop everything and everyone. But then I never did, because you will also be a tough year (to be fine, you know I'm a Princess) but I'm not a quitter and fight until the end, until I win. I do not like to lose, you should have understood. But, there is a but, somehow you've managed to redeem yourself, giving me little joys and smiles that have meant so much.
You began as Dante's Inferno, making me lose the right way, and you've evolved as his Purgatory. Now I wait only Heaven... 2015 take care to surprise me. Surprise me with many smiles, that perhaps, after this dark forest, I need them too!
Dear 2014, you have not been the best year of my life. Definitely not. But you have been a year of teaching. One year open doors and others closed. Others beaten in the face, like when you go away after an argument. A year full of tears. All that a man can pay, I left you. Several times I hit bottom but, slowly, taking up to breathe properly, I have been able to go back and re-emerge from the vortex that made me sink. I was able to (re)take the strength that distinguishes me and for that I thank you. Your classes, in some way, helpful.
You have been the year of dead branches. I cut several. And to think that I have not a green thumb!
You have been the year that many times I even thought of giving up, drop everything and everyone. But then I never did, because you will also be a tough year (to be fine, you know I'm a Princess) but I'm not a quitter and fight until the end, until I win. I do not like to lose, you should have understood. But, there is a but, somehow you've managed to redeem yourself, giving me little joys and smiles that have meant so much.
You began as Dante's Inferno, making me lose the right way, and you've evolved as his Purgatory. Now I wait only Heaven... 2015 take care to surprise me. Surprise me with many smiles, that perhaps, after this dark forest, I need them too!