Every year, around November or December, people around the globe start to talk about how they are going to better themselves upon the magical stroke of midnight. As if at this hour the planets will align, the cosmos bursting with radiant energy and gravity becomes merely an idea . . . all for their miraculous new year that lies ahead.
I CALL BULLSHIT!
IMHO, resolutions stink of beef and cheese (Elf reference). Ok, beef and cheese are probably two of my favorite aromas. Bad reference but I sure do love that movie.
Where were we?
Ahhh. The infamous New Year's Resolution. IMHO, they stink of laziness and procrastination.
Join me today with a journey of inspiration, some unnecessary vulgarity and by popular request, me, as rumored, wearing my favorite new bow tie.
Happy 2015 people!
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Resolution By Definition
The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines resolution as :: the act of finding an answer or solution to a conflict, problem, etc.
Let's get deep on this word. The root of resolution comes from the Latin word, solut, which can be defined as loosen.
Having said that, we can surmise that the person making the resolution is in essence undoing some wrong in their life.
Obvious? Yes. But just trying to reduce this idea into basic elements.
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Shall we think about it for a second? Millions and millions of people, worldwide, waiting for the miracle of January 1, 12:00, in their time zone of course, to fix that that makes them so unhappy.
Help me out here my friends. Is this idea obscenely askew? Can the planet's majority be right and I'm so freakishly wrong?!
Hmmm. Two distinct questions here. Let's explore the latter first.
One In A Million
Over the last few years, as my passion for creativity and art has exponentially flourished, so has my awareness of the world around me.
This, the one that I see so clearly now, is an affliction that is bestowed upon our brains from birth. It's the term I coined as The Sheep Syndrome. Yep. I coined it. It's mine. Yes, you can use it. Just give me props when props are due.
What is The Sheep Syndrome? Look around. Are you in the office? In a classroom? Rush hour traffic? On the assembly line? At the dinner table?
Everything you do, from birth until death, is driven obsessively into your brain to be a busy little worker bee. The ever conforming sheep. The square peg goes into the square hole. I before E except after C. When in doubt mole it out. Every Good Boy Does Fine. The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dogs. Time to make the donuts. Collate. Separate. E FP TOZ. dilate. Good night.
Rinse and repeat.
Hey. The world needs some conformity. Without it there'd be disorder and chaos. Anarchy. I get it. The world needs its sheep. But it also needs its black sheep to shake things up a bit.
Deep down the same DNA :: Pay the bills. Eat. Ate. Date. Procreate.
But somewhere down the line we, the black sheep, took the red pill.
Following my heart and not my pre-programmed head, things became quite lucid.
With this new enlightenment, it's time to answer the question :: Can the planet's majority be right and I'm so freakishly wrong?!
Which brings us to the first of the two questions.
The New Year's Resolution :: Is This Idea Obscenely Askew?
From the sheep's POV, it makes perfect sense. The year is coming to a close. Everyone is talking about the big new year and how their lives will be profoundly different as they make their personal pacts; righting their wrongs.
People, January 1 is a man made figure. Although our clocks are always ticking, hours, minutes and seconds? They are all man made. Some dude a long long time ago decided that our calendar would have 12 months and 365 days, based on the stars and some other astrological shit. Maybe July 3rd should be the magical mark of a new year. Why? No reason. Why not?
What's my point?
Why the fuck would you wait for January 1st to take action to fix what makes you unhappy?
"The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now."
"The slower we move, the faster we die. We are not swans. We are sharks."
-Ryan Bingham (Up in the Air)