The Last Day in my Dear Diary!

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The year closes upon me. The dying year gives way to a new one. As I try to hold on to the fleeting time, I see myself assessing the past year’s importance in my life. The year was complete in itself with all ups and down, successes and failures, accomplishments and disappointments, laughter and tears. This amalgam of victory and defeat is what we call life.

I relived the whole year right from January 1, 2009 as I browsed through the pages of my diary. I second Anne Frank’s opinion here when I say that my diary has been my best friend. Whenever I want to express something my diary has been is always there with selfless friendship – no demands, no complaints. The pages of my diary feel my happiness, my pain. When the world sees my laughing face, it is my diary that says, “Now tell me the truth…” When somebody asks me, “What happened?” and I reply “Nothing”, it is my diary that knows everything behind that ‘nothing’.

A lesson of life learnt

of the things lost

of faded memories,

a story of my life

this year that was.

It was something unforgettable

this year that was!

Oscar Wilde said, “We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars.” It is all in our mind how we look at life. Caught in the humdrum of life, we often grow tired of the ups and downs – broken by the indifferent and detached attitude, shattered by the disappointments we face, the pain of dreams that never materialize, hopes dashed to the ground.

But life goes on. Life is when we get back on our feet after having been razed to the ground.