Usually, I'm not one to take stock of the year. Analysing life, as though living is some data on an Excel sheet, is not for me. It's too deliberate an act. And for someone who breezes through life in spurs of spontaneity, it just has never come to mind. But there is a certain necessity for reflection this year. Burying the year, as I've dubbed it. It's been a year in which I fulfilled a lifelong wish. For the first time in my life, I set a definite goal and poured all into it. If you start a year achieving the seemingly impossible—considering where you are from and the resources at your disposal—there is a way it encourages you to have more faith in the year. And so, this is the year I thought would be a defining point for me as a person, a year in which I would make the most of my skill and career. It has been anything but. This year has battered me with many disappointments that crumbled my resolve. It has made me doubt myself countless times. The fire of the year is burning to its certain death, and everything I thought I would have achieved by now remains a wish. And it's not for lack of effort or trying.
I have always wanted to express how I feel about taking stock of the year. A large part of this article just took words out of my mouth. Well written.
..enjoyed this read alot. Lessons buried 2022! On to the next.
Season's Greetings Juwon❤️