It's a new year.
A new start.
A fresh beginning.
A chance to forget the past,
An opportunity to create a new future.
Then why do I feel so weary? So bogged down by the weight of the past? The self of the past, who was afraid that she was not strong enough and who is still unsure if she can become stronger.
(Inner turmoil)
"Stop playing and grow up!"
"..."
"Is a frivolous day of fun going to help feed you?"
"But.. If not today, if not now, when will we ever get a chance to play again? Adults do not play. They forget how to have fun because there is no space for that in their worlds."
"With money, you can have all the fun you want- stop playing, I say and get to work!"
"Work. Money. Is that really all there is to life? To living?"
"..."
"..."
To the future self: Stay strong and keep the faith. Always.
