Sappy new year.

I want one. Out of character? Fuck you.
As you grow older, your expectations become more realistic. Sometimes, that means expectations are lowered. Am I ok with that? I don't know.
Your idea of what's more important gets clearer. Sometimes that means lesser ambition. Am I comfortable with that? Perhaps yes, perhaps not.
What mattered a lot in the past seems frivolous. Sometimes that means losing an ideological 'high ground'. Do I really stop believing? Not quite.
People who took up more emotional energy seem distant, others change in flavour. Have I then changed so much? Yes, but not so so much.
And the fact: I speak to myself more than I used to before.