January 1st, 2018

On New Years Resolutions

I've never really understood the point to New Years Resolutions. Standing in front of a mirror and expecting a transformation. Stop binge watching Netflix. Be a little kinder. Be a little skinnier. Be a little smarter. Be a little healthier. It seemed like everyone chose an arbitrary time to become a better person. But, yesterday, I realized that I was living a meaningless existence. I wasn't really doing anything except for schoolwork. Writing had become a thing for English papers. Reading was for textbooks. The only art I had made was on corners of math papers. I figured out that I had lost myself. I had turned into a blank robot, falling into a systematic schedule. Wasting day after day in an effortless existence. I need the passion back. So, this year, I'm going to change. I will read. I will write. I will create. I will learn. I don't care if this is just one promise amongst other thousands of others. This year is one for action. And if this is just one to regret later, than at least I tried.