Auld Lang Syne

Just a few more hours left in 2016. Feels so surreal. For a start, it certainly doesn’t feel like 31 December. Where did 2016 go? I still remember standing in the rain and taking photos of the 2016 New Year Day fireworks at MBS. Felt like just a couple of months ago.
And yes, I did said last year (and past few years) that I don’t want to take photos of the New Year fireworks again. But here I am, on New Year Eve, thinking if I should make the trip down. It’s really a love hate relationship.
2016 makes me realise that I’m no longer young. I turn 36 this year and its the 3rd time I see the year of the monkey. Seeing the nephews and niece grow up one by one. Time really flies. Someone told me that time seems to move faster as we get older because everything has become a routine. When there’s nothing new in life, time just seems to go faster. Maybe I should go out and do things that I usually won’t do in 2017 so that time won’t seem to move so fast.
If you want me to describe my feelings as I witness the time goes by, I think it will be regret. Regret that I didn’t do certain things in life. Regret that I didn’t grab hold of certain opportunity. Regret that I didn’t try that route. Regrets.
And perhaps that’s why no matter how much I hate going to take photos of the New Year fireworks, I still keep going every year. What if the fireworks turns out to be beautiful this year? What if I managed to take a beautiful shot this year? Will I regret not going?
Or maybe I’ll regret going. Lol.
Even though I regretted not doing certain things (or regretted doing certain things), life still goes on. Maybe that’s the beauty of life. There’s no save option in this life. No going back to a certain save point and restart if things goes wrong. You just deal with what comes along. And treasure everything you have while you still can.
Happy 2017 everyone. May you live this year without any regrets.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

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