My 2015 ain’t pretty. It was full of up and downs. It ain’t pretty at all.
I didn’t pay much attention to the things I do in 2015. I let time flows without enjoying it as much as I can, without making memories, without calculating it. I spent too much. I can never buy it back.
I know I should be grateful, but this post is not about gratefulness. It’s about regret, it’s about being sad at the end of the year, realizing you didn’t do that much. Throwing away all the chances that could be yours, all the illusionary moment.
Oh yes, me in 2015 is the pessimist!self, the negative!self, all the badthings!self. Doing my self-analysis for Personality Theories class, I realize that even the littlest thing you do could influence you, whether it’s good or bad. I’ve been doing things without thinking that much, suppressing it consciously, until at some point I just want to explode.
And at the end of the day in 2015, I had a
major heartbreak (lol) that unexpectedly, didn’t break me as bad I think. Then I realize that deep down I know, I know it was happening from a long, long time ago.
And from that moment, I know I have to give my all for 2016. You can do so much better Ta, so much better. From being more heedful to the things you do, joining activities that could improve yourself, more and more helping people (give and take, that’s it), GIVING YOUR ALL FOR THE HELLISH SIXTH SEMESTER, and so on. And so on.
So at the end of 2016, I could say that I have a pretty year.