They say that the year twenty twelve marked the “end of the world” . For me, it was true, figuratively. It was the toughest and harshest year I’ve had in my 21 years of existence.
I remember having a fight with someone on the very first day of the year. I could not remember why, but I remember saying that one of my new year resolutions was to say what I really felt. Unfortunately, when I did, things got worse. I experienced the worst birthday ever. I will not tell what happened, but indeed, the birthday I thought would be the best became the worst. April and May 2012 were the toughest pair of pills I swallowed. I never imagined things to go that way, that I had to parade on my graduation day alone and that I had to suffer several rejections and goodbyes–from writing to music to the people whom I love dearly. The rest of the year, money conquered my existence. When you let it become your god, you become selfish and envious of the things you do not have. This was exactly what happened to me.
By the way, I deleted my facebook and twitter accounts already. I realized that I had been too public about my thoughts, that whenever I post a status and forgot to limit it, some who do not have any business meddling in my affairs (that must not know why I had been through that stage) would ask me about it. These things resulted to disrespect. Moreover, there were too many messages everywhere, to the point that the important ones “drowned” in them since I had been accepting friend requests from random people.
New year’s resolutions are too mainstream after all, but I would still like to list some.
Cliche as it may seem, one of my new year’s resolutions is to keep things private, for mine and other’s sake. I also hope that sometime this year, I will learn how to forgive those who need to be forgiven and to accept those that I have no control over. Another is to complete my bucket list, and one of them is to write a blog with a hanging conclusion.