We modern men have this curious quirk of celebrating a new year. We rejoice the increment of a number. Celebrate a new cycle in earth's movement.
Babble all you want, why we modern men need to rethink our lives every dozen months?
I don't really know, nor I'm immune to it. I caught myself thinking about what I want to get done this year many times.
What I know for sure is that I'm growing older. My body is getting different. My mind demands rest a lot more than before. And I'm just over my mid-twenties.
I need more focus, I need more concentration, I need better planning.
Time is passing and important decisions are everyday nearer. Where is the wisdom and experience I need to take such decisions?
I've made important choices in the last few years. I've totally changed my life, year after year. This year, however, looks deceptive. It seems there is no choice to make. Seems like I need to let it flow. Yet I can see some important decisions not yet urgent.
This is for me a year of preparation. Of planning. That's the only road I see open to me now.
I must be ready and prepared.
What of you, gentle reader? What will this year demand of you?