My 2011
Author: Zhu Anfeng. Originally published on QQ Zone on March 12, 2012.
Before writing this post, I casually looked at the post from roughly the same time the year before, My 2010, and could not help laughing. That piece from last year had only claimed the spot without ever really being filled in. By the time I might have been in the mood to write it, another whole year had already passed.
This morning I also had an exaggerated dream. I dreamed about a football match from my high school days. In the first half, my familiar brothers were fighting hard on the pitch, but I was not on the field and could only feel anxious from the sideline.
At halftime, it was 0:0.
Apparently I was the only one desperate to get on and charge into the second half, but just before the second half began, a heavy rain started to fall.
After that, I woke up. There was no dream of the second half at all.
That was only idle talk.
Sometimes I think in a boundless way: time is a very strange thing. Who says this moment must be 2012? Why not 2222? Why must a week have seven days? Why must a day have twenty-four hours? To the vast universe, what are twenty-four hours or three hundred and sixty-five days anyway?
The most fundamental quality of time is that it flows steadily forward and never turns back. Whether it is called 2011, 2012, or even 2222 makes little difference.
So it is with life.
We can only keep making choices: to escape, to stay, to withdraw, to crawl, to stroll, to run, or to chase.
And there is no need to care about the ripples we leave behind in time.
Another year has passed. I hope all my friends will either achieve something or at least keep pursuing what they truly want.
With this post, I thank the people I love and the people who love me. It is because of you that I understand the meaning of time.