So this year, I skipped on the resolutions. I came in like a wrecking ball…
Okay. Let’s start again.
I don’t know why I made no resolutions this year. Maybe I am avoiding disillusion, or maybe realism has finally packed a suitcase and moved in.
I’ve always been an optimist, and the new year makes——no matter how briefly——optimists of us all.
But life takes a battering ram to your optimism, daily. Sixteen days into 2016, I am proud to announce that my optimism is still standing.
I really have no elaborate expectations this year. Last year, I had many, and all but one ( the Chibok girls) came true.
This year, I feel like I am on the brink of greatness. I feel like beauty there is beauty waiting in the grey shadow of days to come, waiting to happen to me.
I feel like the last few seconds before the new year, before the fireworks; a breezy, expectant feeling that brings no cares.
And as the countdown begins and the last few seconds gallantly march on to fall at our feet, we become full of anticipation. There will be fireworks; we came here for this.
That is me, right there; that one second before the new year swaggers in, before the sky erupts into magnificence.
Dear 2016, be the fireworks.
Ashiwel is one of the most driven people I know. I’ve seen him go from zero to hunnid real quick on the execution of ideas. And ideas are something he seems to have in abundance, so I’m pretty sure he’s good skipping on the resolutions. Don’t try this at home, kids :p