I thought I had time, I thought there was no need for a list I wouldn't follow. But, as time goes by and I loose grasp of youth, I finally feel as though a list is in proper measure.
I don't want much, I don't need much.
When I was young I used to wish for one thing, and one thing only. Happiness.
It never came, except for moments I can no longer remember and photographs lost in time, burned by the heat of a never ceasing fire, time itself.
I'm not trying to sound poetic, or nice. I'm trying to look back on what I should have done, but didn't.
How many resolutions should one have? I wonder.
Five? Not enough for someone as flawed as myself.
Ten? That seems more fit.
- Improve my "art"
- Talk to my friends more, and make sure they know how much I treasure them
- Not be afraid of pursuing romantic options that may lay before me
- Feel better about myself
- Be more patient, far more patient than before
- Finish things, and not leave them perpetually unfinished
- Get closer to my family
- Save money
- Get good grades
- Show those who belittle me, that I am not to be made fun of
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