In the past, cynicism and apathy ruled. Rebellion from what everyone else was doing kept me in an aggressive non-conforming state of mind. Fighting the system, only cause it’s there and I was itching for a fight.
The party, and the number changing, was the only thing different about the day.
I half pretend to keep this time, just like last year. The band is loud and I’m wandering the shadows, wishing I was never here.
Somewhere, things changed. This overwhelming hope started to creep in. Little by little, my Â disenchantment washed away. Optimism is now first and foremost. The future does hold good things for me, because of the good that chases after me.
I still one better the norm. Resolutions are done away with and replaced with specific goals and timelines.
This is my future and let’s see what we can do with it.
A year goes by and I’m staring at my watch again, and I dig deep this time, for something greater than I’ve ever been, life to ancient wineskins. And I was blind but now I see.