2016. Whether you’re born sentimental or one who just gets on with it, there is no denying nostalgia and self-improvement season is here and probably will linger around for awhile – a week or two, a month, if you’re that optimistic.
If I were asked to look back on the year that has been yesterday, I would’ve have easily shrugged it off and tell that person 2015 was a year wasted on fundamental mistakes and futile attempts at trying to better it. It has been crap, for lack of a better word. Relatively crap.
Only today, a day late, did it occur to me where it all went wrong. I have been, for the most part, ungrateful – which aren’t we all guilty of sometimes? It’s human nature to desire more after all. The concept of having enough seems so far-fetched to many of us as there’s always a better place to be in, a better life depicted by either yourself or someone else. My mum never tires herself of saying this generation has 99 problems but this bitch is The One. (No, she didn’t ruin that Jay-Z reference, that’s all me.) On a serious note, we are a generation seemingly always on the pursuit of our own happiness and the ironic thing is, some of us get impatient even when we are still in the process of figuring out what constitutes this. And therein lies the problem. Or at least, my problem.
This year, I promise myself to make 2016 count, not by frantically ticking things off my to-do or bucket-list (I still have them, don’t get me wrong) but instead, shift my focus on what’s good so far, take delight in everyday things and entertain the thought I may, after all, just have enough, even all I need for the time being.
Happy New Year, folks.