Of course, 2011 was much more than material possessions and celebrities divorcing; much, much more than the re-introduction of Big Brother or the onslaught of pointless television shows like Desperate Scousewives, The Only Way Is Essex, Made In Chelsea, and countless other mind-numbing, intelligence-sapping programmes.
2011 was much more than the unadulterated garbage that people call music, though it was refreshing that for every crappy song/album that got released, there was a good one. One that represented music not only for something that makes us feel good, but also as the artform it’s meant to be.
2011 was a year where the integrity of journalism was finally called to question and forced to answer for it’s actions. 2011 was the year of revolution and riot, depending on the way you look at each particular moment. 2011 was the year where politics was at its most dramatic while managing to miss the point of every single issue politicians took head on. 2011 was a rather reflective year… a year where no matter how many things and stuff one acquired, one still couldn’t get away from truth about how the world currently works and for whom it works.
Personally, I haven’t had a better year in ages but it really only served as a reminder for how grateful I am for the year I’ve had and how blessed I am to have such an amazing year. For some of those close to me, 2011 was a trying - if not downright horrible - year. For some, 2011 was a year to forget… at least, they try to forget.
2011 made some people and broke the others. 2011 made a few people rich and a lot of people poor. 2011 saw liars lie, haters hate, lovers love, poppers pop, and breakers break.
So Happy New Year, planet Earth. My sincere hope is not for us to focus on whether 2012 is the end of days… but rather the start of something brilliant.