Before I turn in these recent nights (or early mornings, to be exact), I would read a couple of chapters of $#*! My Dad Says. Unlike Chelsea Handler, there is nothing 'ridiculously hilarious' about the book to me, or maybe I am simply a sucker for humorous contents like that.

But two days ago, I came across a rather memorable phrase from Sam Halpern between those pages which says 'At the end of the day, you have to make the best decision for yourself.'

For the past 18 going 19 years, I regarded New Year's resolutions with utmost skepticism—many people use that as an excuse to 'start their lives afresh', particularly believing that changes can only be made from that point in time onwards. But when consistency cut off midway, they decided to buck up only after a brand new year. Dumb.

After all these years of living without a goal though, maybe I should start composing checklists compromising of attainable tasks I wish to achieve. Because dreams will always triumph over reality once given the chance. And to be honest, my life thus far has been led worthlessly. This is not what I want to die with.

I do not want to die a nobody.

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