Thank You

02 March 2005.

One year in Sweden.

One year of living it and loving it.
Of a vacation from conventional thought, society and expectations.
Of enthusiasm and boredom,
of hardwork and procrastination,
of depression and jubiliation.

One year of making plans and breaking plans.
Of appearing, disappearing, and then reappearing.
Of realizing that pretending to be happy doesn't make you happy.
Or pretending to be smart doesn't make you smart.

One year of learning and unlearning.
Of taking chances and not taking them,
of forgetting the past and not fucking your future,
rather, investing in it.

One year.

Of enjoying being with myself.
Of realizing that it's ok to mess up.
And it's ok to feel like crap.
But also knowing that I will survive.

Realizing that things I want to forget,
are the things I need to talk about the most.
And that just when you think it can't get worse - it does!
But then time, friends and positivity rescue your wretched soul.

Of things I wanted the most,
but I just couldn't have.
Of moving on and wanting something else the most.
Of realizing closure for a new and better beginning.

One year.

Of aspirations and milestones.
Of challenges and success.
Of building a new life and enjoying every moment of it.

And if there is something I really want to say, its Thank You.

Thank you Mom and Dad, thanks Dada. Thank you Ira. A special thanks to Rajat. Thanks Anthony, Jags, Erika, Erik, Magnus, Fredrik, Johanna, Hanna, Onur, Emma, Heather, Lauren, Anna, and Johan. Thanks Vivianne, Ying, Robin, Ana, Nisarg, Ruki, Suren, PK, Agata, and Gokce.
Thanks Priya.
Thank you Mina, Dana, and Mira. And, thanks Dool for being there - you are a gem.

It's been special.