2021, here I come

I have made a list of resolutions every year. And every year, I have failed to achieve them. I hope the fate of 2021 is different. 

So this year, I want to do things differently. And making realistic resolutions is a part of it. 

I want to discover who I want to be. I know who I am, just not what I can be. And it is never to late to be what you might have been. 

I want to learn to accept others’ opinions even if I don’t agree with them. 

I want to be honest with others, even if it breaks hearts in my doing so. 

I want to be able to learn to live with the grief that has taken up permanent residence in my heart. 

I want to learn a new skill and I want to hone my other language skills. 

I want to read more. Appreciate more. Love more. Live more. 

 

But most of all, I want to be able to look back at 2021 next year and not feel an ounce of regret.  

Edit: After my friend told me he messed up and caused trouble for me, I thought it fit to add a new resolution: when shit goes down, be calm. 

it's a beautiful day

The skies are a lovely shade of pink this morning, 

and the seas look ever beautiful reflecting it. 

And though everything is open and clear 

I can't help but adhere

to the scene in my head; I am lost in a jungle

and the canopy is thick, there is no Tyndall effect. 

No light leaks, no sunshine, 

it can be morning or night, but in my head, 

there is nothing known as time. 

It's a globe or a circle, with no beginning, no end. 

I walk, and walk, and walk, 

and step over the same ferns, bleed because of 

the same sharp thorns, hop over the same stalk. 

But outside my head, it's a beautiful day, 

and I can breathe, watch the clouds

as if I'm watching a painting, which it perhaps is, 

because no matter how warm the ways are outside, 

I am still in the jungle and I still can't feel the light.