and now, the end is near
and so i face, a final curtain
my friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived, a life that’s full
I’ve travelled each and every highway
and more, what’s more than this
I did it my way
Next year is just around the corner again, it seems to have rolled around unnaturally fast as I can still clearly recall last new year. But then, I can’t really recall the time in between. Nevermind (aah, one of the catch phrases of the 90s – thanks Nirvana).
Next year I’m opening a new curtain. The year will begin with preparations for spending two months in Europe. How long has it been that I’ve craved to return home, re-establish myself and understand where it is that I’m from?
Roots are an important aspect of one’s life – if you don’t know what’s at the core of yourself, feeding you every day, then how can you live? Some people’s roots are just a certainty in where they were born, who their family are, and what their lifetime goals are.
My roots are misplaced. They’re not just for family, but for the smell and presence of a country and it’s people. They’re on the other side of the world and I’m concerned that I’ve spent so long being patriotic for a country I barely know. I’ve no doubt I’ll find my roots quite pleasant, but there’s a lot to be said for confirmation of thought. And what’s more than this, I’ll do it my way.