New Year, new aims, new beginnings, new resolutions... old habits, old routine, old swamp of thoughts... people's judgements, your linear decisions... Nothing seems to match. Life seems to be just a chain of ramdon events, meetings, meaningless one-day friendships, hot coffee that gets freezingly cold too fast and a piece of chocolate to make all this mess more or less bearable.
The constant struggle of what we are with what we are supposed to be is endless. Freud mentioned that fight long time ago, but we dont want to listen to the wise man (propably because lots of what he said was proved to be complete bs, but thats a different story). Our super ego is trying to beat up our humble sad id that doesnt ask for much really. All our modest id wants is just a teeny weeny amount of fun: good food, quality sex and the feeling of being slightly better than others at times. But nooooo, the onmiscient society is trying to insist on that endless list of rules, morales, ethics that are knocked