I don’t remember New Year’s eve as a celebration for the next year or a farewell to the previous year. My favorite memory of New Year’s Eve is me, my brother and my parents sitting and watching TV programs till midnight and as soon as it became next year, we would wish each other and go to sleep. Those days, there used to be fun-filled programs on TV that you could watch as a whole family. It was cold so we would be inside comforters, watching, talking about the programs, my mom would take a break and make some tea and we would laugh together. It used to be wonderful. I don’t think we actually did it because we wanted to celebrate the New Year but I think we did it because we loved having that time together and it became a tradition.
As we and our parents got older, it was difficult to sit till midnight, but we tried till 11 at least. But after all these years, it still brings a smile on my face and I still love those New Year’s eve days!
What is your favorite New Year’s ever memory??
Yesterday, I talked to a friend after a very long time. It brought back some old memories. I thought of the time, (it surely feels like this) that I did not have any worries or never bogged myself down with “what ifs”. I did what I wanted to do, I knew what I wanted to do. My days were busy and at the same time, I was working on my dream. I felt like a free bird learning how to fly and knowing I will soar high one day. And that is the only thing that mattered.
Now I feel I laugh but have hundred things that are going on my mind at the same time. I am soaring high but I am always worried about what is happening on the ground below. The sky is beautiful but I am thinking when some dark clouds will take over. This moment, I am focused but the next moment my focus has been dispersed into different streams. I pride myself on multi tasking but I also feel I am forgetting to enjoy small moments of happiness or accomplishments because I am already thinking of the next thing to come. I always need something to do but I also want to smile heartily after I have done it. It should not be that only if I reach my goal, I should be happy. Knowing that I am one step closer every day to my life long goal should also put a smile in my heart and make me feel confident that even with obstacles, I will be there one day. I should love that though I am walking slowly towards my destination, with every step that I take, I am closer to it. And during this walk, enjoy every small thing that comes in the way.
“I was listening
But not to what their mouth was saying
But what their eyes were speaking.”
Eyes, though silent, say it with so many words. Our eyes seem most expressive. They lighten up when you are excited, they flinch when you are doubtful, they well up when we are sad. You can see and feel love, fear, joy, grief, loss. And when you are listening to someone else’s eyes, you feel the same emotion. A twinkle in their eyes makes me happy. A forlorn look in their eyes makes me feel sad. A fear in their eyes makes me want to protect them.
I have been told that what I feel is written on my face. I think it is expressed in my eyes. It is like my heart is speaking through my eyes. When something touches me deeply, I can feel the pressure in my eyes. When I am thinking deeply and even now, when I am writing my thoughts, my eyes are the ones that reflect on what is on my mind and heart.
Feel your eyes and see how much they speak and feel.
“Look into my eyes and you will know more about me than you will through my words.”