Dear New Year,
I will not enter you kicking or screaming.
No expectations in sight.
There will be no wishing or hoping.
Praying or believing.
No specific goals or dreams.
I will not say I want more from you than years past.
My anticipation will not get the best of me.
I welcome the future just the same as my past.
I will continue to live to the fullest, without boundaries.
I feel no fear of what will be.
Time will continue to move on and so will I.
Don’t tell me there is no such thing as miracles,
I can feel my own heart beating.
Don’t say I wasn’t created,
My body is a perfect machine.
Don’t tell me there is nothing to believe in.
For breathing isn’t easy.
And don’t say there is nothing to live for.
My mind is my own best friend.
And when it finally goes,
these vibrant thoughts will still live on.
I will create until the end of time.
Even when I cannot share my words,
I will carry on those memories.
The ones that never die.
Because aren’t we all just characters
in the same big story,
finding our way
towards our happy ending?
And if today isn’t what you imagined
there’s always tomorrow,
or the next chapter.
If your dreams are as tall
as the buildings you admire.
And the edge of your imagination
soars along mountaintops.
You’ll never know limits,
you can have anything you desire.
So live in today boldly,
see yourself in all your dreams.
There’s infinite things waiting
to captivate and inspire
and only you can create the ending.
Progress requires patience. Patience takes time. Time moves so slow, currently.
My mind is on fire with hopes, dreams, challenges and beyond. Knowledge is my only true goal.
Everything I do is fueled by what comes next.
All this hard work is propelling me towards that fairytale.
It will all be mine.
Following the wind. Enjoying the ride. No looking back.
That fiery path towards inconceivable incubus is conquerable in time
Undeniably so, the hindrance is strong
Repreive in knowing that magic is waiting to surprise
The heroine must prepare to stumble, even blindly, towards victory
The reparation can be slow
Amidst the facades will be waiting, your prize
This year has been the most challenging. I would say that belief in my personal abilities is my main driving force. Also, it’s usually best to view things on more of a micro level; the macro can overwhelm me quickly. Like today, for instance. Two classes, a creative writing club meeting, a National Leadership speaker seminar and an advisement appointment. Probably hours of homework to follow, as well. Life is busier than it has ever been, but I asked for this. When I think of what the alternative could have been, I’m thankful. But oh how lonely it all can feel at times. I’ve lost friends due to their new relationships, social time is almost non-existent, I miss my family, I’m living in a city that has the ability to kill your spirit daily, and I often feel like I have no one to vent to. That’s not true, of course. I do. I have an amazing support system but mostly I need someone who gets it. Thankfully, I have friends here that are also in school and that helps a great deal.
So while I’m proud of my progress, I am extremely difficult on myself as well. That’s the way its always been.
In the stillness of the morning, immersed in so much thought, I still am not entirely sure where all this is leading. But despite my self-doubt and tumultuous reflection, I am certain that my passion will lead the way. What else is there?
One day you wake up and your youth is gone.
And maybe you wish you did things differently or that you had more.
The wise part of you knows that it all happened according to plan, whether or not it’s what you wished for. It may not be good enough sometimes but it’s yours.
And there is so much good but you want so much more.
And although you know it’s not true, there are so many lonely days.
And there are times you believe and moments that you don’t.
And it’s hard not to feel scared when the world is spinning so fast.
The only ones for me are the mad ones. Full to the brim with passion and drive. I don’t wish to know those who have it all figured out. Because, as for me, I don’t. And maybe I never will. Also, maybe I never want to. What I wish is to roam freely, alter my path accordingly, modify my dreams as needed. I plan to always be free, drifting in the wind.
Maybe I’ll land someday. Maybe I won’t.
Floating just feels good.