I wrote this piece at the start of the year. You see, for the last years, or maybe all my life I’ve been trying to chase passions, to spend my time on things that free me, but I always find a way back to my old destructive habits. Self sabotaging myself, welcoming every distraction, every smallest bit of  satisfaction. Prioritising short term happiness. And as the years passed I found regret to grow next to it. And I just can’t help but wonder, who would I have been now, if I had dared to leg go? If I had chased my dreams? I won’t ever know that, but I’m still young I still have time I tell myself. I’ll do it tomorrow, I’ll start next month, and suddenly I’m here, in the new year. And time is so funny and scary cause it flies by, and before you know it, those opportunities you had, is long gone. They won’t wait for you, the world keeps spinning you see, living, even through your stuck at the beginning. The world does not wait for you.  And maybe just maybe you won’t have the privilege of putting it off till the next year. Anyways as I say every year, this is the year, my year.