an open letter to 2017


2017 is sort of like another level of a game that started in 2016 for me. I made some of the biggest decisions in the year that has just gone and this new year is almost like the level where one has to put all pieces of decisions together to shape the final product. Oh and I, too, do not have any idea why I am talking like an economics specialist here (I loved and abhorred this subject in college simultaneously and the traces of it can still be found).

Keeping the tradition of welcoming new years in an ~artsy~ way alive, this is an open letter to my 2017:
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dear 2017,

I had been waiting for you. Not particularly because 2016 was bad or anything, but because I needed to realize how time is going too fast and I need to be prepared. I will turn 20 this August; terrifying if not too-too-too-terrifying. Now that we're already 3 days in and I still do not feel threatened by your presence, let's start this journey.

My word for 2016 was progress. I tried my hardest to make it happen. Now, for you, I had to think hard. Progress was such an impressive one - totally kept me on track. And I certainly want to have something equally effective for you as well. I played words after words in my mind and picked the words my dictionary lacks the most; courage was one of them. So I am picking it for you.

word for 2017: courage

It's a heavy word. 7 alphabets composing one of the most difficult emotions in the world. It wants you to dare, to be something you aren't really sure of being, to forget that fear exists. There couldn't be a more appropriate word for this year.

To be honest, I don't have plans for you. I want to see what plans YOU have for me. Though I am long past the idea of years bringing something as real as sorrow or happiness. It comforts me to know years are only another mean of measuring time and how we've spent our lives, all statistically divided. Yet it's comforting to blame the dates, to blame the digits printed on calendars and appearing on our phone screens. But the idea of statistically divided digits brings one thing for sure; hope. This type of hope is far more comforting than anything else in the world. Counting days and blaming years for catastrophes that totally weren't done by them is definitely something of great pleasure.

I have made goals, I have worried about them, I have wondered about where my life is going; the classical start of a new year. I will set my goodreads goal to 40 books, try to change things from their traditional way of happening, write too much poetry and random words that my notebooks will turn all black with scribbled words, make so much art that there will be a tower of filled journals and a pile of art pieces in my room. I want to make big things happen. I want to try to become more of a human and less of a perpetually confused breathing organism. Oh and I am saying an Insha'Allah in my head as I type this, to seal the deal.

Whatever happens or whatever doesn't happen, I am happy that you're here with all your glory. I only have one request (in spite of me calling you names like statistically divided numbers instead of a year - hope you're not offended): please let me be courageous. I need to be something I haven't really been. I need it for making things happen, things that matter.

I don't know where we are going from here. But I want to make sure to give you the best I can and I know you will return the best you can. Let's do this, dear 2017, the time's here.

With love,

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