Well, it's the final day of 2024. What a year it's been. Congratulations on all of us for surviving, and lets all commit to trying to survive 2025. 

2024

 When we look back
Upon this year,
Will we remember the moment that we won?

Will we remember the moment 
That we finally decided
That we had enough of pretending
That everything was alright?

Will we remember deciding
That come what may
We wanted to know 
Just how bad things actually were?

Will we remember the moment
We realized 
That though we were on different sides
We wanted the same things?

Our leaders aren't evil,
Just selfish and incompetent,
Thought the results are the same.

I can't remember the moments
That made up this year,
But I can remember the feeling
That came
When I realized 
That I was not alone in my rage.

I fear what's to come.
I don't know how bad it could get.
But for now I take comfort in knowing
That I don't walk this path alone. 

     Tomorrow will be the last Monday of 2024. I should think up a good poem to celebrate. 

    I'm losing track of time. I hope this gets better once the new year comes. 

     I'm sitting in Starbucks, writing out a blog post to justify my decision to bring my tablet with me. If I didn't, I'd have to justify bringing my tablet with me on a walk to Starbucks. Sunk cost fallacy averted.

    I'm trying to remember that free-will exists and that we have at least some control over what happens in our lives. Without that, I'm not sure what the point of being alive even is. 

 Merry Christmas to all who celebrate. May your holidays be filled with joy.

     Tomorrow's Christmas, the day of clichés and poorly thought out traditions. At least, soon, this year will be over. The soon we get Trump's next term started, the sooner it will be over. 

Endless Acquisition

 What happens when you have everything you could possibly need or want?
Why, you come up with new things to want,
Things you didn't even think of
Just a few days ago. 
Things that won't make you happy,
They just make you feel 
Like you have something to live for. 
Nobody wants to be perfect,
Yet all of us strive
For perfection.

So what happens when we reach 
The apex of our lives?
We live in a world 
Where that will never happen. 
Because our world was built by people
Who were already born rich
And can't imagine the lives
Those around them live.
Our world was built by those 
Doomed to decline
Unless they stole everything.
In an attempt to avoid this,
They built a house filled with everything
Except hope. 

So now that you find yourself at the top,
You can't help but stare
At the world around you,
A world you know will never be yours,
And you can't help but wonder,
Why do I need all of this stuff? 

    I'll be glad when Christmas is over. Though this year I actually prepared for it, so it's not as bad as it's been in previous years.