When I was a little bit younger, I never attached much importance to time, let alone a year, for a year has 365 days, so many, that I couldn’t realize how fast it run until at the last moment.

2018 was planned to be a self improving year. I took two examinations: one failed, and the other still unknown. I read a few books, ranging from politics to history. Apart from that, I had my second child, an adorable, little daughter. Being transferred to another department, I had less sedentary work but more physical things to do, which I think is good for my sore neck and aching waist. After all, life is for moving. The goal to change career, even though after three years I haven’t realized it, is still underway. To make it real is just a matter of time and I am speeding that up. In the best case scenario, I would get my work changed and location allocated next year. It is just an endeavor that needs neither hurry nor sluggishness.

In this year, I can feel my abilities improved, my body strengthened, and my family enlarged. There were happy days and worry nights, as well as emboldening moments and exhausting hours. Nevertheless, I shall thank to life, as I am still breathing. Thank you for bringing those splendid days, weeks and months to me. I also thank to the bad days through which I was forged and struck just as a piece of iron. Because of you, I can even feel the mental growth, and with maturity and responsibility, I feel it is my duty to fulfill each day so that my dream will be realized soon. At last, I want to tell you, readers as well as myself, that embrace the time, for it is so invaluable and precious, be it the best or worst.