Have you ever noticed how year after year, the last one seems like such a time of immaturity? Without fail I determine that I’ve grown up immensely in just a few, short months. Like the peeling of an onion, I’ve shed layer upon layer of naivety.
Retrospect always seems to put us on a pedestal. It is good to feel this way; it is good to have such direction. This is how I want to feel everyday. I want to awake and feel like the Anthony of yesterday is gone, buried so far beneath the new me that he is nearly unrecognizable by comparison. I want to be evolving with such swiftness, to be so avant-garde, as to be appear an anachronism. And what is more, I want to be changing always for the better.
