It's first July, you have officially entered the second half of the year. Do you remember the hugs? The cheers? Or were you sleeping your ass off when the clock struck twelve on First January Two Thousand and Seven. Do you remember your resolutions? Or maybe you didn't write them down. Maybe you just made a mental note, that 2007 would be a great year, as you drank in the euphoria.
Or maybe you had more determination than that. Maybe you saw how 2006 flopped, maybe you told yourself you'd do better. Maybe you committed yourself to that greater cause.
Maybe it related to your school work, you wanted the six A1s, or maybe you wanted to be a better person. Maybe you believe in karma, and you wanted a better one. Maybe you decided that every single time you see an old man on the train you'd give up your seat for him. Or maybe you'd made up your mind that you'd give at least two bucks to that armless guitar player on Orchard Road every time you saw him.
Or maybe you wanted to read more, and widen your horizons. Maybe you wanted to write more, and be more expressive. Maybe you wanted to draw more, and improve your observation skills. The drawing lessons that made you so excellent in Sec One had faded away, your skills have rusted, and you wanted to try again.
Maybe you were going to get more spiritual, maybe you wanted to dive into a deeper relationship with God. Maybe you wanted to give more time. Maybe life was suppose to mean more than it did right then.
Maybe you wanted to be a better son, daughter, brother, sister or friend. Maybe you made up your mind not to ignore anymore smses. Maybe you had made your mind to be a more serving person, that you'd not use so much eye power and actually get your ass down and do some work.
You had a dream, a vision, a thought, a set of sight to accomplish something. However big, however small, you had that teeny weeny thought in your head.
Half a year has gone, are you any closer to reaching it?
Or maybe you had more determination than that. Maybe you saw how 2006 flopped, maybe you told yourself you'd do better. Maybe you committed yourself to that greater cause.
Maybe it related to your school work, you wanted the six A1s, or maybe you wanted to be a better person. Maybe you believe in karma, and you wanted a better one. Maybe you decided that every single time you see an old man on the train you'd give up your seat for him. Or maybe you'd made up your mind that you'd give at least two bucks to that armless guitar player on Orchard Road every time you saw him.
Or maybe you wanted to read more, and widen your horizons. Maybe you wanted to write more, and be more expressive. Maybe you wanted to draw more, and improve your observation skills. The drawing lessons that made you so excellent in Sec One had faded away, your skills have rusted, and you wanted to try again.
Maybe you were going to get more spiritual, maybe you wanted to dive into a deeper relationship with God. Maybe you wanted to give more time. Maybe life was suppose to mean more than it did right then.
Maybe you wanted to be a better son, daughter, brother, sister or friend. Maybe you made up your mind not to ignore anymore smses. Maybe you had made your mind to be a more serving person, that you'd not use so much eye power and actually get your ass down and do some work.
You had a dream, a vision, a thought, a set of sight to accomplish something. However big, however small, you had that teeny weeny thought in your head.
Half a year has gone, are you any closer to reaching it?
Maybe its the 2% increase...
Haha. Checked my archives and no resolutions. xD Guess I'm in the middle of nowhere.
resolutions? what resolutions!
And I suggest you add me blog to your blogroll. :P
I was reading the post and as I scrolled down I began to say to myself, "that's so true, it's so true!" And then I got carried away in the compelling narrative and I was enthralled by the sensitivity of your writing and suddenly I realised that you were writing about yourself. Humph.
Haha. I did plan to write it for the generic reader but I guess my own experiences crept into the entry.