Ahhh, a new year. A chance to start fresh, another chance to get up and try again. Even though every second that comes passing serves as an opportunity to turn everything around and change your life for the better, a new year just makes it more symbolic and optimistic. Maybe this year didn’t go as planned or as what you hoped it would be, but you’re in luck because it’s not (yet) the end of the world! Start your year with the mentality that you’ll achieve the goals you have set, stick with it, and make it your best year ever.
As opposed to what I have read all over social media sites, 2018 was a really good year for me. I started this year with an eye roll (it’s true, I have evidence on my private Instagram account) and I’m ending it with a smile, lots of new memories and lessons, and a happy heart. Of course, 2018 wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, I had my fair share of lonely nights and distress, but this year was also full of laughter, spontaneity, and love.
Was lying in my bed after a long exhausting school day, decided to watch saved Youtube videos about how to get your shit together, make this year your year, and productive morning routines and just like that, this list came into mind. Originally, I wasn’t going to have this as a blog post, I just wanted to realign myself with my goals but I thought, why not right?
Every given day is a day of construction. Filling in voids, adding another coat, removing layers that don’t match, touching up colors, and sculpting your life the way how you want it to be. Read more
I don’t know how to start this, heck I don’t even know what to call this. A letter? A confession? A last approach? A red flag? Whatever it’s worth, for today’s blog post, I’m gonna go with the flow. This blog post is for you. You may not know who you are now, but someday, you just might realize that you were a main character to someone who’s nothing more than an extra to your story.
I noticed that I always write about the starts, the durings; but now, I’m going to write about an end. An end to something that never even started, an end to something only I, started. A movie. Produced by me, directed by me, but stars you and me. Mostly just myself because it was one-sided, but you had a significant role. You definitely were a significant one.
I remember you once asked me, “Who do you write your poems for?”. You just confessed to reading the latest poem that I have posted, without hesitation I said that it was about you. Of course, you thought I was joking. God, you were so oblivious to the fact that I was falling head over heels. Deeply.