As we all gear up to bid a farewell to 2018 and nudge a Salut to 2019, an incessant thought swamps our mind: “What shall be my New Year resolution”. It’s like that compulsory birthday party you (have to) throw out of peer pressure(or well?). You do not want to think about it but FOMO happens! People in office who did not give two hoots about your existence suddenly ask you the same.
Resolutions. A promise. Well..
Why New year’s? It dates back to the time when Babylonians made promises to their gods at the start of each year that they would return borrowed objects and pay their debts. Or The Romans began each year by making promises to the god Janus, for whom the month of January is named. Et cetera..
It’s funny how conveniently we scoop different segments of traditions and jumble them in a box. It fares well but the very idea seems rather queer. Well, when I was asked about my resolution, I chuckled it away by deciding to follow the one I had last year.
All of us ideally decide to get better. As we must. And if you think, every year is a culmination of the happy and sad moments you have experienced. Later in life, if you look back on memories, a Year will be a significant explicit presentation of your course.
So I shall ask you a more relevant question: How was your year 2018?