It is almost the time for a new year. This has been going on for the last 18 years. But the time this year, there are many things that happened.

A shiver of it still exists. The year was a downhill spiral, to some of the lowest valleys, darkest caves, and deepest lake. Yet through the tumbling, I saw some tumbling with me, some spinning completely out of control, and a few rock climbing on the cliff side afar.

Through the bruises i embraced, there was a small change: a small spark that became a little fire. I began to reimagine the world, seeing the downhill as a cruise by being more understanding. I "cried" along with the others who tumbled, empathizing with those who fell.

I was deep inside a lake, shivering, seeking warmth and shelter. There was no one here. I called out, and heard many echos. I began to examine the marks on the wall: figments of my memory and experiences, residual voices of people I barely recognize. That small fire grew larger.

This year makes the most important turning point with some of the largest challenges and introspection. Yet I emerge from the storm to see some of the most beautiful sights out of the cave: places I never knew was possible, rare sights that was eye candy.

This year was the farthest i have ventured out in the openness and darkness. The path was alone, yet my spirit wasn't. There are fractals in the sun ray, here comes another year.

I believe, and truly believe the next year will be awesome!

Jack