I love making lists. List of books to-read, movies to-watch, songs to-listen, places to-go, restaurants to-try, things to-buy and so on and so forth. But most of all, I love making a list of goals I want to achieve in my lifetime. It gives me the excitement and fuel for life. It makes me look forward to something. It keeps me focused and reminds me of what really matters.
But sometimes, it can get very discouraging. Most especially when I start to fall short on achieving a goal. And the next thing I know is I'm giving up on every remaining goal in my list. It happens quite often but then realizations come after a long session of moping and contemplating. I am reminded that things happen for a reason. Just because what I've hoped for didn't happen doesn't mean it can't get any better. Disappointments shouldn't stop me. Instead, it should serve as a fuel to move forward and do better until I can be at my best.
I have failed several times on achieving my goals. But still, here I am resiliently making a list of them, hoping this time I'd be able make myself proud. And that this time, I am not just relying on what I have planned for me but also on whatever comes my way, there is a chance to be happy and to grow and to be free.
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