Everybody’s writing about new year’s resolutions. To me, a year changing makes no difference. I think of hours that go by un-noticed. Days spent without any real achievements, as well as weeks, months, and yes, years.
Every day I try to be a better person. If nothing is achieved today, I think of tomorrow. If an extra hour spent in bed (mitsharqida o mitmarqida mithil el maida) I feel guilty and try to consume my time in a useful thing like reading one of my books resting on my shelves for years waiting for my hand touch. Or one of my untouched magazines with old events, and out dated beauty and make up tips. I think daily of tidying my room, throwing old receipts, bank statements, organizing tens of tiny papers hidden here and there to makeup a complete diary. I think of giving away stored clothes that I kept for years, and by years, I mean since school days. Why? Because when size doesn’t change why throw them? And if size changes to bigger, I can always diet and become smaller. I got many items waiting to be worn on hope that I’d loose 7 kilos.
I have a club subscription that I don’t make use of. I have movies that I haven’t seen. I have emails that I haven’t read. Shower jells unused. Bath bubbles still sealed. There are so many things that I think of doing daily. But hours go by, days go by, weeks, months, and years un-noticed.
Many people celebrated new year; I haven’t. Not just because of the above-mentioned ideas, but also because of the tsunami. I wasn’t only grieving on the victims and their families, but also on the increasing signs of the judgment day. I am not ready; I want to be ready. I guess this could be a new year’s resolution.