I wake up fresh.
Looking forward with a fresh perspective, I will not have cigarettes and dope ever in my li[k]e (life). Even as we speak, my independence date only starts next year. The year I am 60 years old. Even after I said I quit in 2019. This time quit means quit.
I also have to account for the year I stop having mood swings and gout. That means I have to account for the year I win over Sugar. All these I lump into the same year; 2024. It will be the same year I weigh 60 kg.
So true enough, 2024 is the Golden Reign of the Wood Dragon.
It is the year I truly start fresh. Starting with I do away with glasses. It is also the year I visit Hokkaido.
I know I bang everything on 2024. The next rendezvous is in 2026.
So this year is the training year. I better take it seriously. The sooner Ramadan is over the better. Then I can concentrate on my running.
I barely scratch the surface with my training.
It has to start somewhere. Just like 2021. That was not too long ago.
Come to think of it, this is my only Winning Ticket - Know Thyself.
I said it before and I said it now, it is the case of Jack vs Mad Jack. I am my best friend and I am my biggest enemy.
Rather than fighting a Public War, I am better off fighting a Private War. I know what I want, I am willing to pay the price, I take informed actions, and I win the day.
In the meantime, I mind my own business. It seems that I am on the right track. What it means is I am now flowing with the current and the force. The X, Y, and Z equation...
The smaller I shrink my universe, the bigger the pinhole of mushin noshin.
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