Oh hey, it’s 2018.
Whilst many are on the “new year new me” BS, I took a step back and start to wonder, how would I want my 2018 to be?
Because to be perfectly honest, nearly a week into 2018…I still feel very 2017, 2016, 2015…
To me, it feels like any other day.
I don’t feel particularly special, or that I have aged (atleast not visibly – I hope), nor do I feel the fresh hope that a new year brings.
Like any other day, I slept, and I woke up, then I proceed to do the things that I usually do. I sincerely, do not get it, and was rolling my eyes in my mind, when people are asking me what were my new year resolutions.
Resolutions.
That faraway word. That big word, what I loved using when I was much younger, deluding myself at the start of every year that I will follow through with them the entire year (but I never did, not a single one of them have been accomplished). Resolutions.
I simply replied, to exist, to read, and to sleep more.
I know many people have issues with the word exist. It gets them started ALL THE TIME, just like how people who abhors durians react when I shove it in their faces. Existing is important, especially to those who matter to you.
Spend time with yourself, build yourself, love yourself, then love others.
Someone who was once a close friend, once told me – you don’t help others, in hope of the kindness being returned. Help, simply because you want to, not because you need to, or wants good karma. It is simply the heart of wanting to be kind, that makes it precious. It is in us, to choose to be kind.
The similar rule applies to love. Love unconditionally.
2018, I guess, I could learn to love you, and perhaps, myself.
Hiam 