Here’s Neil Gaiman to say it better than I ever could,
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.”
I’m also hoping to finally finish his book, American Gods, this year, which has been gathering dust on the bookshelf for far too long.
It no longer mattered where the pain was coming from or who was providing it, for nothing was felt anymore. A great wave of numbness spread, sweeping so deep the joys were wiped clean along with the pain. All that remained was a great void, a blank slate, where nothing existed.
A dream of a person once known. A twisted imagination jolting you to another time. Waking, you fall into the realisation they are no more. And all that’s left are a few faded memories, matched with a wandering mind.