This year has been one that Iâm certain Iâll always vividly remember, ironically because of things Iâm trying desperately to forget. Iâve anxiously anticipated the year 2007 since I was in elementary school; it was to be the year that I turned eighteen, the year that I graduated highschool, the year that I moved out, and the year that I started college. Thankfully, Iâve accomplished all of the above, but neither one in the fashion that I first imagined amid the sandbox in the playground behind my grade school classroom. Now itâs 12:30 am, January 1, 2008; that year withered away faster than that sand did from my fingers.
My brother once told me that the New Year is a time to reflect upon the successes and failures of the departing year, so I am. One thing I recall was constantly assuring myself and those around me was that I was always busy, in fact I felt so overwhelmed that I took a cue from him and started to make to-do lists in an attempt to tailor my time wisely. Nevertheless I still endured nights of sleeplessness and bouts of anxiety over my âprioritiesâ. I was too busy many times to pray, too busy to review the Quran I learned as a child, too busy help out the mosque when they asked, too busy to call my parents, too busy to care. What was it that made me so busy?
I realize now that as my lists were vanquished by ambitious checkmark after checkmark that I havenât really accomplished all that much. In retrospect, what I did accomplish was⌠rather vain.
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