Wednesday, January 1, 2014


I hate the tradition of recognizing a new year and setting resolutions.

Even when I resolve not to make goals, I can't help but think of what the upcoming year holds--changes I want to make, dreams I want to see come true. And they are daunting, requiring an ever-present persistence.

I always want to be more faithful, more fruitful and more fit.

I want to be more present, less absent.

I want to be moved by the little things and, maybe even, the big things.

I want growth.

I want to " deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck the marrow out of life..." -Henry David Thoreau

So I won't set a resolution that will only be broken into a thousand dejected pieces.

Instead, I will only hope that when I come to die, I will not discover that I never lived.

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