#muro musing

I’m listening to Daft Punk’s Nightvision right now.  It usually gives me the clarity of creativity because of it’s unique, chill-vibed and relaxing sounds, especially when you use it to drown out the rest of the world around you, and let your mind take centre stage of what it wants to say like I am doing right now.

2018 ended as 2017 had:  Uneventful.  Some would call that a blessing, but associated with that notion comes other words that also start with the “un” prefix.  Unromantically.  Unprogressive.  Unmotivated.  2018 left exactly where I started, and all of that is squarely on my shoulders.  I fought hard with myself that I would change for that year, and here I am once more at my computer desk, having finished a plate of Chinese food, alone in my bro’s apartment, already thinking that I’ll try to change myself again.  There’s a lot of bad drugs out there, complacency is a damnably strong one.

I want to change, I want it badly, and I need to little by little ween myself away from that drug I’ve learned to accept as my life.  But I shouldn’t.  So many of my friends have said that I’m not that bad of a writer, so I should write.  A lot of good friends and co-workers have lost weight, so I should drop those pounds.  A lot of friends and family have gone out and have done something they’ve never done before, so I should at least branch out a little.  

Come next year, 2020, I want to look back at this and reblog it.  And there I want to say to myself:  Congratulations bro, you did it.