2009, the hours

In January I built my own kingdom of days.
In February I learned it sometimes is a long walk to freedom.
In March I was in a New York state of mind.
In April prayers were answered and dreams fulfilled.
In May I watched the sun set on St. Pete Beach.
In June I was reminded of what drives me.
In July I took a pass on yelling uncle.
In August it was about passionate comebacks.
In September it was all hide and see.
In October there were needs and silence.
In November I remembered the things I miss.
In December I was given 14 pages full of love.

Some things in 2009 seemed to be bigger than life. Working in the US, growing up, South Africa. Love and friendship. My life – by far – ain’t perfect. And I would never want it to be perfect. Why? Because imperfection to me is real beauty. Today I will see the dying seconds of the old year surrounded by some of the people I love most. And yes, as Lou Gehrig would have put it: Today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth. Whoever you are and wherever you may be, god bless.

I believe.