September the first.

It’s the first day of September, and as I sit in front of this old computer, images of memories from the past start to flicker inside my head. While some remained for only a few seconds, some remained prominent. Perhaps they were the ones that had huge bearings on my perceptions and way of life.

Why am I suddenly feeling nostalgic? Because it’s the beginning of the ‘-ber months’, and before we knew it, it’s already December, and another year would have passed. It feels strange. It seemed like it was only yesterday that I started college, and turned 17.

What have I done this past 8 months? Have I been productive enough as I have resolved during the start of the year? Or have I once again fallen into the trap of becoming my usually old, procrastinating self?

I do feel in a way that I have satisfied at least a small percentage of my resolutions, and actually progressed. But then, I am slightly obsessive compulsive, and have neurotic tendencies. No doubt I will find something wrong with myself or with what I had done.

It seems kind of ironic when I have so many plans for myself in the near future, and yet I would like to take life as it is. In simpler terms, how is it that I have so many ambitions, when one of them is being happy-go-lucky? I wish to attain balance. Hopefully, in the next four months, I will.

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