A new year is around the corner, and like the rest of society, I am just another statistic scribbling down resolutions repeated from yesteryears. But it seems that with age, more unfinished goals and past dreams stack among each other, waiting to be recovered between dusty lines.
December 31, 2012: Is it not just a quick fix? The vicious card swiping. That last hit. The 2 a.m. Jack in the Crack binges. Alcohol. Whatever it may be that gets you through the day, it’s temporary pleasure. And although it appears to portray something bigger, a million pleasures don’t bring you true happiness — only more pleasure.
After all is said and done, you’re still at square one and in search for what you truly want, which is the same as everyone else: happiness.
It becomes easy to put shit aside. “I’ll start next week,” I convince myself, even though I already know next week won’t be a good week for me, because of so-and-so reason. Yet still, we tell ourselves, “Later.” For many, this process goes on without any progression for possibly even the entirety of a year. And it’s not until the start of another year, the first of the month, or a Monday, that we recollect and prioritize what actually matters.
Between losing yourself and finding life’s purpose again, don’t forget to finish what you have already started, or in some cases, wanted to start.
If not now, when?