The beginning of an end
It’s 2012 and emerges January, the horror of all horrors, the end of Christmas and festive joy. Enters CNY - yet another time for facades and roles of pretense and defense, unless you’re courageous enough to brave the vicious storm, alone.
The start of the year imprints less of a significance on me then it does for most. Resolutions will be broken, why bother. Nothing gold can stay, why bother. It’s simply an illusion of yet another cycle of dates (honestly to which, anything can be done at any other time of the year, not only at the start), so why bother.
As Bombay Bicycle Club loops to stimulate and tune my being for their concert this Sunday, this huge ball of want in me continues to consume me from within. No doubt the grass is greener on the other side. I am investing all my time and effort into work, (while I have to admit, does get bloody cool at times) and the payoff isn’t as shiny as I’d hope it would be. That said, as you would have directly inferred because I am obvious that way, school is not going well. I am still not doing anything to make it better. Why, I only have myself to blame.
My fervence of wanting to please everyone is and will be the key factor to my downfall.
Cheers to what else 2012 has to bring in the next 357 days.
