The Last Day

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 New Year’s Eve.

The most celebrated holiday in the world. Why is it we wait until the final day of the year to recollect our past decisions? Why is it we wait until the final day of the year to make a “resolution” for the upcoming year? Societal cliché that making “resolutions” is an unspoken rule. But why wait? What is the purpose of waiting for the final day of the year? We can obtain small goals throughout the year and even if we do not make to the finish line, we can try again. We lie to ourselves or give ourselves false hope. False enthusiasm, which only leads to failed “resolutions”. We promise ourselves things that may not be obtainable, yet when we fail and look back and chalk in up to a bad year. 2012 bad year because I got caught by the police. 2014 bad year because I lost a job I loved, etc. What makes an ENTIRE year bad, one thing? Multiple? If that was the case what was fucking 2020, a disastrous year? An abomination? I think we are quick to project our lives overall when it is so much more than that. Life is not only what YOU make it, but also where you take yourself. A few hiccups are bound to happen to anyone along the way. Maybe the select few do not experience hiccups, but 2020 was a hard year for everyone. Regardless of, if you struggled or not, it was hard mentally. It tore us down and made us really look in the mirror and accept the person we saw staring back at us. Many did not make it; many lost that internal battle with themselves. The point? Is in the question. Why do we wait until the final day of the year to decide what kind of life we are going to live the next year? It is what society tells us to do. We have come to be susceptible to the societal role and follow the masses, but is that really living your life? You are living your life by someone else’s standards of you. No, and that is why I think we forget that life goes on, with or without your false guidance. I will not be bias in this. I know that we are so used to following when we should be leading ourselves into success. Success is not just one year, it is many. So instead of making “resolutions” at the end of the year, let’s make small goals to obtain over a span of time. The best part? If we do not make the goal or miss our deadline, we do not chalk it up to a bad year, but a bad day. Because tomorrow is another one and it is not promised. Truly seeing the positives in everything that we do. Not just the “resolutions”. So, whether it is losing weight by the end of the year, quitting smoking, or finding love. Reminding ourselves at the end of our journey that no matter what the scale says, how many times you cheated and smoked or failed love; that we keep a positive mind. Remember that we still have a chance to obtain all these things that we want.

In the end, reminding ourselves to keep a positive focus can only help us obtain future small goals quicker. Yes, as I said before tomorrow is not promised, but there is nothing wrong with wanting tomorrow. Truly, working towards something to better yourself. In any way, no matter the nature. People get so caught up in the nonsense they tend to forget who they are. So, find who you are, lead the pack and dream big, because in one way or another. All dreams come true, in the literary and spiritual sense. So here we are in the third week of 2023, what will you achieve this year?

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