On the 1st of
January I received a message from a friend: “All the best for the
new year”, she said, and added: “You know, once you've told me
that we should give each year the chance to be the best year of our
lives. Every new year's eve I think about this.”
While she remembered my
advice, I had forgotten.
2015, the best year ever –
really? Let's see: I've just turned 39, next up is 40. Not sure if
that is a reason to feel excited... Aches and pains are invading my
body, my knees hurt, eyes are getting worse, my skin seems to
dissolve in many places, digestion struggles, teeth are dying...
My bank account is racing towards the big Zero – wasn't I supposed
to be rich by now? Each night I've got a bed to sleep in, yes, but I feel pretty
homeless – do Nomads always have to live a nomadic life? And
true romance – completely out of sight!
Meanwhile, many are
worried about a war with the new favourite enemy called Russia, about
attacks by Muslim fundamentalists and Christian governments. The next
economic crisis is waiting because greed ain't dead yet and because
the illusion continues that our problems can be solved with more
shopping malls offering more stuff to fill our houses and wardrobes
and all those empty spaces deep within. And then there's our
beautiful planet which is being raped on a daily basis – when will
it fight back? More and bigger ecological disasters are only a
question of time.
In summary: 2015 has the
potential to be really really shit. Sounds negative? Well, it is. But of course this
doesn't mean that the opposite isn't possible. Life is full of
surprises, so who knows? The seeds of change have been sown – will
they grow? Will WE grow?
Maybe 2015 will be indeed
the best year ever.
Doubts remain, but let's
give it a chance.
