2014 is the year I started learning to be nicer. The year I cried countless times because my heart was happy. The year I realized that happiness can be found in small things like hello and goodbye. The year I forgot that the last boy who broke my heart shares the same birthday with my younger sister. Ah, progress. The year I felt loved without hearing the words i love you but in things like the text messages from my siblings asking where I am and if I am okay, in my mama’s daily sermons, in my lola’s yummy dishes, and in my friends’ company. The year I loved art even more, read a lot of books, smoke fewer sticks of cigarette, and being able to say no to alcohol. The year I turned 25 but I didn’t feel nor think that I’m old unlike when I was 18. The year I decided that I should not let myself stop from learning.