“For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice.” ~ T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
This year has been the language of loss. I lost everything this year. I lost my faith, my hope, my dreams, my love, and to top it all off, I even lost my job last month. With everything that I lost this year, I had to learn acceptance. I had to learn to accept that there are things that happen that are beyond our control. Acceptance can be a bitter pill to swallow. But swallow you must, no matter how vile or nauseating or painful.
And after you swallow, you have to digest. You have to let it sit inside of you, marinate your insides with its acid, and once processed, only then can you purge. And after you purge, you can move on.
This year's lessons were difficult for me. I hope next year can teach me different lessons -- ones that will go down much more easily.