The Stray World

It’s nice to be back in a life where I can once again enjoy the arts and cul­ture, plot world lib­er­a­tion, and enjoy the com­pany of tea while pon­ti­fic­at­ing the reas­ons why I still choose to reject all forms of romantic rela­tion­ships des­pite that nag­ging feel­ing brought about by bio­lo­gical compulsions.

I have much to express but more often, now that I have become more pro­act­ive, find it harder still to sit down and rumin­ate to the world at large about what I think about anything.

Per­haps for the com­ing year, it would be best to be inspired by Neil Gaiman’s new year mes­sage not writ­ten for Chinese New Year.

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are mak­ing mis­takes, then you are mak­ing new things, try­ing new things, learn­ing, liv­ing, push­ing your­self, chan­ging your­self, chan­ging your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more import­antly, you’re Doing Something.

So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mis­takes. Make glor­i­ous, amaz­ing mis­takes. Make mis­takes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t per­fect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or fam­ily or life.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mis­takes, next year and forever.