The year that has just ended was a wilderness. I got lost in it and could not find the right way out. I wasted a lot of time thinking about the mistakes, the failures, the false -starts; the past thus did not notice 2016 fading away.
I was hit hard by the storm of failed endeavors hence sort to lose myself in other people’s misery online. Reading about how fucked up their lives were gave me comfort. The interwebs become a drug. A drug I partook generously. I eat away through the many narrations of the sad, sorry situation everyone was in. I gobbled the comments that followed, and before I knew it, the damage was already done. Those strangers’ problems morphed somehow and become mine. Reality escaped me, and I didn’t reach the promised land. It sucked being in my head that year. The train of thought had no direction. The tracks it rode on had no traffic lights. Didn’t know when to stop minding other people’s businesses or my failed interests. When to move on from the past that seemed to drown me.To moderate the speed at which I was wasting away. If I started thinking about making a change and, how to actualise it, I got derailed.
Well, the witnessing of a new year has offered me a mandatory exit.I am out of the wilderness physically but what about emotionally, spiritually, psychically? I have never made a new year’s resolution, and I am not about to start. But I will take this enlightenment as a battle won in the psychic realm and brace for the war that is 2017. Hope the odds will favor me.