Ridiculous Promises for 2022

By on January 3, 2022

Whenever a New Year sets in, people turn into overly optimistic versions of themselves. Many forget their transgressions, failings, and shortcomings to get their hopes up for just about anything. Liars promise to not weave any more lies, cheaters momentarily imagine a world where they won’t cheat again, those who have persistently been assholes in the previous year(s) promise they will be better people while those who’ve been single and searching promise themselves that this will be their year to mix, mingle and find partners. Similarly, those who’ve been swimming in untold poverty wear smiles on New Year’s because suddenly it feels like there is a chance for them to stumble upon some wealth. For many people, the arrival of New Year’s Day is a chance for body count to be reset and for promiscuity, debauchery, and all forms of sexual indulgence to start all over. 

Basically, New Year’s Day is a time for fresh starts. 

The fascination that human beings have with new beginnings is so amazing that even the rest of us, who for decades have been stuck in certain habits, will swear that in the New Year we are going to change, knowing fully well that nothing of the sort will happen. But it’s who we are – a hopelessly optimistic species. And for good reason. I mean, it is the hope that keeps us alive, right? Never mind the fact that it’s the same hope that kills us. We get so lost in hoping for the best that we usually refuse to accept where we are and end up living in denial. But that’s okay, it is who we are, there’s no shame in that.

The past two or so years have been anything but years of hope and optimism. With the Coronavirus recklessly eating through the human race, there have been way too many low moments and hope has been something of a scarce commodity. That being said, we have soldiered on, endured several COVID 19 variants, and for many (especially Ugandans) struggled with an endless curfew, ridiculous lockdowns, and a whole bunch of horrible life situations. We have lost many people along the way to COVID 19 and its effects like depression & poverty. And as we begin to emerge from the doldrums of this horrible pandemic, we start to see what seems like a dim light at the end of the tunnel. 

Before Mr. 1986 addressed the nation a few days ago, there had been hints of optimism floating around – optimism that finally, curfew would be done away with after nearly two years of being treated like prisoners. But Alas! The guy had other plans and ideas and in typical fashion, granted us another 24 days of playing hide and seek with the night police. Even with that, we are still hopeful that when the curfew is eventually lifted, life will return to normal. The painful and ugly fact is that it probably won’t – and perhaps it shouldn’t. I mean, life is all about accepting change, right? 

As we start this New Year of 2022, I’ve made some personal promises to myself and to the Universe. The first and perhaps most pressing promise (that I will share) is the promise to get back to regular blogging. A few years ago when I had plenty of time, zeal, passion, and friends who visited my Blog religiously, I was a bit of a regular, churning out a blog post every Monday for months on end.

And then life sort of happened.

People found more interesting things to do, several social media platforms came up and suddenly no one was interested in spending five or so minutes reading a blog every Monday. So I gradually reduced the blogging till I got to a point where I stared at my blog with a long blank stare that said “Why are you still here?” A few of my friends volunteered harsh and brutal comments about my unseriousness and my failure to live up to my self-proclaimed name as a Blogger. And I took it all in stride, secretly thinking that perhaps it was for the better that I had cut down on the blogging. But it truly wasn’t. And I really missed blogging. I missed penning down ridiculous thoughts, sharing my wild sentiments, and giving one or two people something to read on Monday Morning as they struggled to settle into their godforsaken low-paying and highly stressful 9 to 5 jobs.

And so now, I promise myself that I want to get back to that place of regular blogging. Granted it will be a bit of a struggle, but if there is anything I have learned in the past two years, it is that life is fleeting – one may as well pursue whatever one wants to pursue knowing that tomorrow one may not be here. I wouldn’t want to be the guy whose funeral has people proclaiming that I stopped blogging regularly and that is why I passed away. I’d rather pass away from things like prolonged orgasms or too much enjoyment.

This is me simply telling myself that while I have promised and failed to resume regular blogging on several occasions, there is no harm in making the promise, yet again. I mean what is the worst that can happen, right? Miss a few Mondays here and there, create some believable excuses, and move on with life. The idea is to make sure the mind is aware that the mediocrity of making promises and not fulfilling them needs to stop. 

Motivational speakers constantly remind us that the first step in achieving something is looking in the mirror and telling yourself you can do it. As I look in the mirror and recite all forms of motivation quotes, bible verses, and sayings from here and there, I wish for everyone who is reading this to take a moment and do the same. Maybe your plan is to lose a bit of weight or gain a lot of it. Perhaps you’re thinking of getting married this year, having a child, or adopting a pet. Is it that job you so badly need to quit or have you promised yourself that you must travel the world more? Are you thinking of reconnecting with old friends or relatives? Is this the year you finally get the dream car you’ve always wanted? Or will you finally gather the courage to approach that person you have crushed on for years? Whatever it is, I hope and pray we all do our best to try and live up to our promises. 

Happy New Year Good People and may all your dreams come true, including those ridiculously impossible ones.

“In a world where vows are worthless.Where making a pledge means nothing. Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power.”― Chuck Palahniuk

Bernard
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