We brought most – if not everything – upon ourselves, do we not?
“So do you want to know when you will die?”
I felt like I have a revolver readily trained on my forehead.
“Actually, I think I’m more interested in the how, not the when.”
“ ...you’re weird.”
Yeah, as if I do not get that often enough already.
Well, this is it.
In with the new, out with the old. Rinse and repeat.
The season for best-of lists; of obligatory recaps and reflections of the year past.
The time for to-do lists; of the making (and breaking) of resolutions for the year to come.
Recently, I noticed that most of us have been having a little amusement out of constantly saying “see you next year!”
Mmhmm. Yeah, I am having a ball of a fun laughing at that, too.
In any case, nothing spectacular has happened to me during the past 364 days. I think. If there were truly any, they would have jumped instantly to mind (though perhaps falling under the charms of a Norwegian duo and a British rock act is good enough).
To sum it up: it has been a rather mediocre year. No notable achievements to be proud of. No high-flying experiences to cherish. I did not make even so much of a dent on anyone’s lives.
Most disappointingly, I failed to change the world.