Everybody
seems to be making New Year resolutions. They are not exactly new but sort of
attempted resolutions of the years gone by which are dressed with a changed
attire. I’m then in a fix – to make or not to make new ones.
Actually I’m not
the resolution kind. Many promises made to me in the past, have been broken and
perhaps as a result I’ve come to believe that ‘promises are meant to be
broken’. For the same reason, I don’t believe in making promises but in ‘just doing’.
The
last thing therefore, which I would like to do the first thing in the New Year
would be to hurt myself. I just would rather be me, doing the right things at
the right moments; though I don’t know how many of those would come my way.
After
all if I have decided to swim in the waters of my life’s journey, then I’ll
just have to gear up in an attractive swim wear and jump in, instead of
standing at the shore waiting for the waters to get cooler or warmer. In short,
I’ll have to be the captain of my ship and decide whether I allow it to sink or
swim. If in a particular moment, I desire to sink, I’ll have become enriched
with a lovely underwater experience and in another moment if I desire to swim,
it’ll do well to my muscles. Both ways, I’ll be a winner; so then, why a
resolution? But perhaps I can’t help get influenced by what everybody is doing
and so I will make a resolution after all – to take life as it comes my way;
and every time break out fresh with renewed activity.
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