"There are decades where nothing happens, and there are weeks where decades happen"
‒ Vladimir Lenin
At the start of the educational year in August, I vowed to cut off my much beloved computer from my life after after much scorn and criticism from my father.
I was trying to bottle everything in.
I foolishly thought that I would be miraculously possessed by a Ubermenchian spirit of virility and hard work.
as I meditate on it, this year was destined to fail and the sad thing is that I -deep down- knew it would from the first day.
I diluted myself into thinking that everything would be okay, that I would pull myself up at some point and start working hard or that I would work very little and succeed over the others by the quality of my hard work or by the superiority of my intellectual abilities.
Looking at it from the bright side, this year has also taught me so much about life, about struggle, about motivation, about friendship - good and bad -, about love and about hate, about appreciation and about loathing, about dispair and about belief.
Such a perfectly symmetrical answer from the heavens to my call.
I learned so much and am so thankful that I have struggles to conquer and rivals to prove myself against once again.
Anything is better than the rut that I was stuck in for the last three years or so after 2020 and I am so thankful that I have filtered real companions and ones that only wish to deepen my disrepair.
I have no doubt that this year will be very prominent in my memoirs one day.