Telah terlalu bercapuk dan kusam.
Begitulah kiranya tiga-enam-enam hari yang sudah.
Gegak dan porak yang segala menghendap serang dari setiap penjuru tanpa ada walau secubit pun sela untuk kita menaiki dan menuruni nafas. Tiada yang terhindar daripada jeda yang tiba-tiba dan memaksa. Namun, pasti jua ada lompang yang kita cari agar bersua dengan jernih riang. Gundah dan gemala acap kali berseli-selang, berseteru untuk memacak pasak dalam minda dan jiwa ini.
I self-published my own poem collection. I fell off a bike during a heavy rain. I got a gig for that teacher from Oh! My English. I spent many sleepless nights drowning in paranoia. I self-drove and travelled to new horizons. I struggled with panic attack twice. My literary passion received global recognition. I had to make a quick dash to the E.R.
I felt like a loser. I thought I've succeeded. I felt like a failure. I felt like a winner. I thought I was gonna die. I've never felt more alive. I felt like a loser.
These past 8784 hours haven’t been easy to everyone. We dealt with one pop quiz after another – quizzes that questioned our faith, strength, and vulnerability like never before. Did we ace those tests? No one knows for sure, but the most important thing is we went through all of them and in the end we’re still standing. We survived. That itself is an achievement.
Ayuh, marilah sadurkan yang capuk dan kusam itu dengan mulusnya putih. Perlahan-lahan, lenyapkannya dari indera pandang. Moga kulit baharu ini kekal murni dan hanya meriah rona pelangi yang menjentiknya.
That’s it for 2020 – the longest decade ever.
