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New Year New Start

It's the 30th of December, 12:20am; close, very close to a new year. I know people laugh at the obscurity of the phase "NEW YEAR NEW START" but I can't help but find it all so exciting and enchanting. Yes, I understand what I am still the same person I was one 31st December, 11:59pm and the one minute does not make me an entire different person but I like to think of it like refreshing your facebook page, knowing the same stories would still appear, but nevertheless still hopeful. I like to believe that is where the real innocence is.

Most people don't find the courage to become the person they have always wanted to be or doing the things they want to do. They often brush it off and tell themselves that they would do it new week or later, when they are less busy. Somehow, the new year gives someone a few seconds of courage and fools them into believing that they are capable of everything and nothing can stop them, that there is no kryptonite. I like that. I like feeling invincible. Even if we never achieve our new year resolutions, I like to believe that we have made the effort of becoming a better person, and that ultimately, would one day lead us somewhere. 

The coming year brings me hope, like every other year I must say. But this is one of the only few things I am actually positive about. I enjoy the magic of the fireworks that sparks into the sky at 12, even if it keeps me from falling asleep. It is 2016, next year, which means I'd be seventeen. Goodbye, sweet sixteen, even if you were anything but sweet. To be honest, you were a pain in the ass. Why would the education system get you to take your o levels at sixteen?! I had pretty much spend my entire sixteen in my room studying. But seventeen, seventeen brings hope. Seventeen brings me college, seventeen brings me my driving license, seventeen gives me a new start and even if seventeen brings me my a levels, seventeen knows better than to just sit in her room and study because seventeen was once sixteen and seventeen will learn from her mistakes because don't you only become seventeen once?

I like to be an optimistic person, sometimes, rarely. I like to think I am an optimistic person. I set so many goals for 2016 that I'm not sure I'd even get through one, but simple steps, I remind my self. I'm not going to suddenly find the reason of happiness or the meaning of life, I'd leave that for post forties. Maybe all seventeen knows is how to say sorry when she does something wrong or finally sleep before the sun comes out. 

These are seventeen's goals:

-cook, a lot, everything

-read all the book that you haven't finished

-drink more coffee, even if you hate it, and find your favourite type

-go out a little more, stop hiding, meet someone, get a buddy who would go out at 2am just to look at the stars

-learn to drive

-cook a lunch or a dinner for the family

-find out a little more about the universe

-pick up the damn ukulele in the corner of your room and learn how to play it

-be a better friend

-be more confident

-smile at strangers

-adventure a foreign country with a boy I love - see the abandoned roads and coffee shops

-stargaze with a boy

-picnic in the dark

-eat at a domino's store, stop ordering

-kiss in the rain

-get a tattoo

-cut your hair for a cancer foundation

-attend a poetry slam

-speak at a poetry slam

-blood donation

and I think, seventeen is capable of doing some of those, if not all. Seventeen is optimistic because seventeen forgot all the pain sixteen went through and that, is the beauty of a new year.