Twenty Eighteen | Life 2018
2018.
Right now I see it as a journal. A blank 365-page journal. It's up to me to fill it up with either good or bad shit. I do not know how it's going to go yet, but I am hopeful. Hopeful that this time it turns out okay. Not perfect, but okay. It sounds mediocre and hopeless, yes, but after years of expecting new years to be grand and wonderful and falling flat on my face, I think it's worth a shot to lower my expectations a bit and just let the year unfold for once. Let destiny and the universe show me what's in store and see where the path leads.
I still have a lot of my dreams and aspirations and plans, but I'd like to make them an outline, and not a step by step procedure. I'm going to do my part for once and see where this year takes me.
So, 2018.. Surprise me.
Right now I see it as a journal. A blank 365-page journal. It's up to me to fill it up with either good or bad shit. I do not know how it's going to go yet, but I am hopeful. Hopeful that this time it turns out okay. Not perfect, but okay. It sounds mediocre and hopeless, yes, but after years of expecting new years to be grand and wonderful and falling flat on my face, I think it's worth a shot to lower my expectations a bit and just let the year unfold for once. Let destiny and the universe show me what's in store and see where the path leads.
I still have a lot of my dreams and aspirations and plans, but I'd like to make them an outline, and not a step by step procedure. I'm going to do my part for once and see where this year takes me.
So, 2018.. Surprise me.
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