Twenty seventeen.

What a year.

There are so many things to be so proud of from this year. But life offers many surprises in so many dimensions. Life is a complex situation unraveling, at one point, piece by piece then all at once.

Life requires a good understanding of its complex nature. Life requires a profound appreciation of the complicated emotions it plays with.

But if there is one thing I have proven that I am capable of is kindness and maturity. It could be my age (I am turning 35 after all). But kindness is such a powerful theme. It describes my year — sometimes the lack of it, but never totally lacking.

I learnt that kindness saves everyone of the pain and gives us so much perspective. And perspective allows us to see meaning when there seems none. Perspective allows us to feel when there seems a drought of it. Perspective allows us to see more when it seems there is none.

Perspective allows us to cherish what matters most especially this time of year.

Family. Friends. Love. Laughter. Lightness. Spontaneity. Joy.

Perhaps those are all that matter in life. And this season alongside its complexities beautifully handhold us to embracing it fully.

That, whilst there is so much turmoil, there is love.

That, whilst there is much reason to be angry, there is forgiveness.

That, whilst there is much discontent, there is happiness.

Maybe, just maybe, that’s all that matters. Especially this season.

Goodbye 2017. I shall be writing more about you, but in memoriam.

So this is Christmas… and it is good.