05 January 2019


I don't like New Year's Resolutions, not because they're unrealistic and onerous, but because they're laid out on an arbitrary and unnecessary timeline. It's like the so-called Holiday Spirit. It's disappointing that we push all these charity drives and giving sprees to the end of the year, as if to say, "You've all been such good little needy folk this year, here's your reward. We wanted to make sure it's what you truly needed. Now run along, you little scamps." 

Yes, that's very cynical and hyperbolic, and I don't pretend it's the norm or the reality, more a kind of mental distillation of behaviors observed in others through a lens as myopic as it is mortal. It's as much a nagging voice in the back of my head as it is a patronizing condescension to everyone else I'm repeating it to. We're all in this together, and that's precisely my point.

It's never too late to do the right thing, and it's also never too early. If there's something you want to improve about yourself, especially in regards to how you treat others (all the good thoughts in existence will never have one-tenth the impact of a single good deed), then don't wait for some calendar to roll over a digit or two.