Blink and You’ll Miss It

Cogitations26 December 2016

Recapping our year in the form of speaking about Jesus, presidential elections, Orlando, Christina Grimmie. None of which are mutually exclusive.

Jeffrey Chung 2016-11 London Blink and You'll Miss It

It never fails to surprise me how quickly each succeeding year passes by. Apparently, this is a digital age trend: an illusion created by our dependence on technology that time is being sped up. I mean, bless shortcut keys on laptops. Although, I’m not sure about the new MacBook touch bar situation. Being Generation Y, it would be quite hypocritical of me to preach about how socially unhealthy it is to fixate our attention to technological devices (or complain about the new touch bar function on the MacBook like I did a sentence ago because my new MacBook is literally arriving next Wednesday). But while truth resides in that sentiment, that is not the main purpose of this article.


Christmas time is a season of joy, festivities, gatherings and celebration. The obvious textbook response to the question ‘what are we celebrating?’ is Jesus (because Jesus is always the answer).

But the awkward week of transition between 2016 and 2017 (or more so preparation for said transition) begs the question: what is truly worth our celebration? What have we accomplished in the past year that we haven’t before? This past year has shone a light on the polarising divide that had always existed within our society, but had merely subsided within the fabric of our routine daily activities that over time became unnoticed or ignored (whether related to presidential elections or unreasonable shootings for all the wrong reasons). Politics, Christina Grimmie, Orlando and more important affairs aside, this year I turned 21, got better grades, drank more water, met new people, got a new job, and haven’t been shot yet. It’s mundane, but I mean, I hope this classifies as exciting because if this isn’t worth celebrating then I don’t know if there is much left worth to celebrate. Sometimes, it’s the small things in life that matter the most. On that note, Merry Christmas, kiddos. Out (with a food coma).