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New year, old me
Only 5 weeks left of 2024, and I’m happy as well as nonchalant
Draft after draft, page after page, as I felt an obligation, to write something, share something, nothing seemed to flow much.
Well, I thought, as I’d earlier pledge that this part of me will be as raw as ever, so I allow this nothingness to shape up the narrative on its own.
Today, I came across a random post reminding me of the last 5 upcoming weeks of this year, and how we have forgotten that 2024 is going to end soon.
It hit me like a silent thunder. Another year, a year that started with so much potential was mostly an average year for me.
I am still a work under progress, as far as my mental and physical health is concerned (that’s something for a different post).
The beginning of the year, it’s just a date, Isn’t it? Yet, we attach so much of our happiness and sense of accomplishment to this very date.
I wonder what would the world feel like if there were no calendars, no dates, no schedules and no deadlines to fulfill. We’d be more connected to the eternal present rather than falsely sticking to the notions of non-existent yesterdays and blurry tomorrows.
