Damn, the pace that this year went was incredibly fast. As I mentioned previously, this year brought a lot of acceptance in aspects of my life and as much as I hate reality, one does have to come to terms with it.
I became more content when I felt like I needed to be alone at times, and in those moments loneliness would make its presence known. I can say that it has this distinct imagery that can make you hate yourself. Hate is a really strong word as I'm sitting here thinking about it, I don't want to say that I hate myself, I try to love myself but I'm disappointed in the decisions that I have made.
Along this road that I took this year, I walked along with my friends as we aspire to reach our destinies. I grew distant from many but I still kept in contact with them, I mended old friendships and I lost a few along the way. All I can say to them is that I wish them well for the future and hope that they achieve what their heart desires.
The other day, I was scrolling through a chat that I had with my friend years ago on New Years' Eve and I stumbled across a message that I sent to her and it said: "This will be the year for me, a new change is coming." Such a cliche if you ask me. How I horribly lied to myself, instead brought about more obstacles and insecurities. I don't think proclaiming that it will be your year will bring good luck because no one knows what is going to happen, I believe that every new year is a beginning of a new journey that one must take at their own pace.
I realize that I still need to work on myself as a person, those changes won't ever happen overnight and I just need to be patient. I have some good ideas that I will share hopefully but right now it's a secret.
This year is becoming a memory of the past, I do believe I made good memories this year, and with every bad one, I learned from it, and although it may take time to process what I have learned, I'm glad that I could end this year, being happy. Imperfect roses, I really do hope that the new year is on the horizon, and brings you so much joy, love, happiness, blessings, and prosperity. Let no weapon formed against you prosper.
Let's start a new chapter... a good one.
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