When left all by myself, my brain goes into hyper-drive — a by-product of being intra-personal for half of my existence so far — I get so down into the whole introspection, over-analyzing situations sometimes. (Yes… I’m self-critical too, and it’s a habit that I’ve been trying to wean myself from for decades.)
When I’m in the “zone”, I think up the most silliest and sometimes the most damning existential thoughts (and questions) that can go on for thousands of years. And one of them is:If time is constant and everything changes, how come history repeats itself?
I’ve always been asked by my slightly mental friends what my New Year resolutions are for the coming years since I can remember. And I always frustrate them with the same answer. (Well . . . they asked. Who am I not to humor them, right?)
Anyway, I feel like New Year resolutions are a tad overrated. Some people are too obsessed with them that when they realize they haven’t exactly resolve anything on that list by end of the year, they punish themselves. They make themselves feel like complete losers.
Why don’t they have those things listed down resolved in the first place? Because some aim too high — higher than what they can actually do. Aiming for something that is beyond your capable hands is like wishing for snow in a tropical country.
The great thing about me is I don’t aim high. I know what I can and cannot do. So, I pattern all goals according to my skills set probably because I’m subconsciously afraid of failure. Continue reading New Year Resolutions (?)→
An expression of thoughts about life in all its mundane glory by Rose Min. Blogging since 2012.