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New Years Resolution




Its fundamentally an eschatological treatment to one’s miserable year: in other words, regret. People are resentful of their past year, hoping to make the upcoming year better, brighter and lighter by making promises to themselves which most of the time, they really have no intention of keeping. I don’t make resolutions as I know that I am bonded to my promises. I never want to make a promise to myself that I can’t preserve (in as much as I don’t want to make promises to people that I know I can’t keep.)

As clichéd as it sounds, we don’t need to wait for a new year to aim for transformation and new life. Change takes place everyday- Mutation (destructive) and Evolution (constructive) takes place every fudgin day. From the setting of the sun to the rising of the moon, we are already at the mercy of change though most of the times, we ignore it. We are a completely different person 1 second ago – and we don’t have to make promises to appease ourselves of the change happening in us. We want to stand up and rise from this pathetic situation we are currently in and nothing can stop us in doing so.

There will be people who will hate you and that’s a fact you can’t avoid. We can’t please everybody, that’s one thing I have learned this year (though I already know by theory) so I guess it’s plainly stupid to try pleasing people. If people don’t believe in you, at least have faith in yourself because it’s basically you who is going to live that life. If you don’t believe in yourself, at least be assured that there are people who rely on you and trust that you will make it. You have to make it, for their sake, for hope, for love.

If still you don’t believe in those people who believe in you, then at least look at the moon. Believe that after a month it will be as luminous as ever. At least believe that the cold wind won’t numb you forever.

At least…

The least things are usually those that create the most annoying impact in our lives.

If you still don’t see all of these, still believe that there are people who suffer a much cruel fate than you. Still believe that you have a kindred who suffers the same suffering, the same pain – and be assured that you are not misunderstood.

Somewhere, someone completely understands you.
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