2016 was
a year that nightmares are made of; the kind that are recurrent, intense and
traumatic. For those of you who beg to differ, thank your stars for having been
incredibly blessed and escaping the wrath of the hellish forces that created a
great deal of havoc in my life. The year started off on a positive note, with
me bagging the internship of my dreams and graduating after two long years of
mental and financial agony. Career has long since, however, come to a dramatic
standstill. I was required to shift from a residence that I had grown to
consider a refuge amidst a vast alien city, and move in with a glorified bunch
of brutish Sinhalese apes who were fond of expired donuts. The only good thing to come out of the
experience was a deep love for dogs that managed to wipe out my childhood fear
of canines, thanks to a very lovable Labrador. I succeeded in getting out of
the hateful primate-infested place with the help of a friend. Interpersonal relationships have been strife with conflict and misunderstandings, no doubt as a result of the troublesome planetary aspects and destructive energies of 2016. I was soon plagued
by a series of unexplainable health issues that seemed to have been
artificially induced by foes and spies from behind the scenes. Stories from the
past about greedy emotionally stunted relatives and fake friends that I no
longer give a rat’s arse about, have pestered me like disease ridden flies high on
faecal matter. I hardly expect a stark
improvement in the coming year or a turnaround in terms of luck, since life has
been gradually going downhill since 2015; as the popular saying goes ‘All things
come in threes’. A stagnant 2015 where you’re forced three steps backward, for
every one step forward. A dynamic but deadly 2016, with the most unpleasant
surprise popping up at the last minute like a sinister Jack in the Box. All I
wish for in the year of 2017, is the chance to be able to cut ourselves some
slack and carry on living with peace of mind.
