Looking back on 2012, with its proud, planned jubilee, those safely exciting Olympic Games, and the discovery of the Higgs-Boson, it’s remembered as a rather nice, happy year (with the exception of the Greek debt crisis and the world’s worst power outage) since it was, really. But this year, this shocking, unfolded global year has galvanised us all and made us look away at times, for our own sake.
Three far-apart terrorist attacks (Woolwich, Boston Marathon and Nairobi), a Syrian civil war, a preventable sweatshop collapse, a typhoon, a pope who quit on us and that NSA whistleblower still tapdancing for our attention are some of the things we’ve seen, heard or read about and then gone to work or to bed. Prince George of Cambridge is beautiful but no redemption, and it doesn’t really matter how many pages he (and his family) are afforded over such scenes of shock and perpetuity, because they haven’t stopped. If someone doesn’t get down to Damascus tomorrow and sorts things out, it’s a petty safe bet that killing, displacement and autocracy will last into 2014.
Perhaps Haiyan and Woolwich will remain in our memories, along with the demise of Mandela. Or maybe only the remains of twerking, The Great British Bake Off, and that selfie taken at his funeral will be left, circling around in our minds endlessly when we think of 2013. I do hope not.
Here’s to a more peaceful next year. Have a memorable day.