A couple of days back, I watched Life of Pi. And as I tried thinking of how to start this, the only image that kept coming back to mind was Pi's worn face pressed on the cool white sand after crawling back to civilisation. He seemed so drained and weary that he'd pass out any second-he eventually did of course.
If I were to describe how I felt as I walked into the embrace of my dad upon arrival at the airport yesterday, that momentous thud onto the sea bank as Pi exerted the last ounce of energy in him would be the best description of what I was feeling. I felt so tired and worn; the most exhausted I had ever been in my entire life-mentally and physically. A culmination of a week full of unimaginable and unexpected occurrences that consumed me-it drained me empty but in return, gave me the best experiences and lessons I could ever ask for. And if you took another step back, you could see the beautiful picture of what my whole year looked like: a complicated yet intricately complex string of events, faces, feelings and places. God had done it again-so unpredictably, so amazingly that I am yet again overwhelmed.
But just like Pi, enduring turbulent waves and unbelievable swash-buckling adventures aren't things you can fully digest and take in overnight. And it is also an amalgamation of tales that cannot be done justice to by a single blog entry. As I pen out the memories and experiences that still drug my mind on an exhilarating high, I do believe it is not the end. And although I may somehow conclude this year, the lessons and my knowledge on all things continue to change and evolve. Just like everything in this world.
2012 has not ended. But I realised, with all stories and experiences, I have a tendency of dwelling on them for extended periods of time after it has happened-a boon and a bane, to tell you the truth. So, I guess, you may call this entry a prologue of what is to come.
I have safely returned home, for now. And am filled with excitement and anxiety to share with you the amazing adventures and stories of people and things that I have encountered this year. They have all inspired me to be me. May you, dear reader, get something out of this, no matter how small the message may be.
From the heart,
Andrea.
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