One New Year

The New Year has come with it, all sorts of things good, bad but specially new things. I've always thought, just has every word has its own meaning which can differ from person to person, also every action, every event that takes place in this world makes sense to every individual in a different and specific way, and each individual will find a purpose for that event, as we are complex machines, the interpretation of the event it's personal and can also diverge from person to person.

The purpose of this event (the posting of this post) it not to find a purpose for any other event, but rather to state that finding a purpose for an event, whether we find it pursuable or not changes not only the way we look at things, but also our own being... In the end we are only our selves... but we can also be whatever we want.

It's funny, this is not at all the post i had planned, I was going to write about how dark the first day of the year is, and how "I’ll never be anybody's hero now", but I think coming here, sitting in this chair, typing these words, without thinking, letting it flow was good... it actually changed me... I’ve found a new purpose for my post... a better one I think...