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Lionel Messi and the Month of December

This picture tells me impossible is nothing
 

Ah, December. Glorious December.

What a beautiful month, right? There’s a chill in the air. The sun’s in a jovial mood, warm and cozy. After an excruciating year, everyone’s slowing down, taking a breather, reflecting on the past 11 months.

What’s not to like about December?

Yet, Lionel Messi just had to go and make it better.

“Trust this team,” he promised, “we will not let you down.”

And he embarked on a life-altering journey, immortalizing this last month of the year for millions of us across the globe.

A year ago, today, Lionel Messi conquered the world and sparked off days of frenzied celebrations, from Buenos Aries to Mangaldoi. Tears. Cheers. Joy. We painted the world Albiceleste blue. And Peter Drury immortalized the moment with his iconic words:

“But as he falls in love with the object in the world 

that his heart most desired, 

it is hard to escape the supposition 

that he has rendered himself today the greatest of all time.”

A year ago, on this day, this picture came into existence, the one that sits on my study table and assures me that this moment did come true. It reminds me, every day, every moment, not to give up on my dreams. For it is enough to rinse every disappointment, every drought, every sadness in the world.

Year after year, every year, this day shall arrive for us to celebrate, to revel in the little pleasures of life. When the going gets tough and the nights refuse to cease, this surreal day in December will help weather the storms.

Thank You, Lionel.

This day, every year, we shall celebrate, forever.

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