I got a new eye serum about a week ago & I have been super excited to do my skin care routine before bed at night. I cannot wait to see its effects on my circles, how the purple liquid in the bottle would slowly decrease in time and leave all the healing minerals on my skin. Today I also got a new tonic enriched with hyaluronic acid and it’s super effective and it is well proven and now that I have it I am also super, uber excited to keep up with my skin care routine before bed.

This pattern feels very familiar; every time I get new things I am super excited to try them on: I get a book and I immediately start reading. I get a lipstick & I forget about all the lipsticks I have in my drawer. I get a pair of shoes and if they are comfy enough all my other shoes come second. But then again… I fuck the shoes up and they don’t look new after a month, I lose the lipstick, I never finish the book & I am never good at keeping up with my skincare routine for long. 

The charm of “new” always triggers my curiousity, yet almost never enough to keep me up there. It’s like when you meet someone new, the thrill that keeps you up at night slowly decrease - if not combined with other thrills that follow the first one. The joy, the tendency slowly fades away as days go by & as the mean you put onto it doesn’t feel like that much anymore. 

So is the life, passing by with circular- not circular, spiral patterns showing itself in your new eye serum, lipstick, unexpected crush. Is “the will” enough to keep them as exciting to you, or is it nothing to do with it at all?