A New Resolution?

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A new year... a new resolution!!!!

How far are you successful in making a resolution? And even if you happen to make one, how far are you able to keep up with it? 

We frame one resolution in our mind when we want to achieve something in our lives which presently is lost and thus making a resolution would create the opportunity to strive for that something which is missing.

One can always push one's boundaries to any extent to achieve their aspirations in their lives. Does that require an undertaking? Setting a new intention necessitates one to conquer new challenges, embrace the constant changes and thus eventually evolve from those changes. 

Is setting of a goal is directly proportional to the time factor? If one intends to consummate something specific, then the dependency of its beginning on a certain time span is irrelevant. The longingness for a new year to even commence it, weighs down its prominence. 

Life's importance lies on the fact of making new decisions. Setting new goals. Striving to fulfill those newly set goals while making lots of new mistakes. This can't really be called a mistake but appropriately can be conscripted as 'miscalculations'. A calculation slightly gone wrong owing to lack of experience. Then, again to learn and relearn from those. Particularly, to thrive during this phase of miscalculation, which might lead to hopelessness and failure, one needs to keep patience... to believe in God's bigger plan and to work diligently towards achieving the purpose, completely relying on one's hard work.

So, here, the idea is not to be a time specific player but to keep setting new goals; to work on it strategically; to learn, unlearn and relearn things;  to be patient and  definitively to keep winning the battles. 


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