This post is a little late in the coming (12 days if my grasp on time hasn't completely been lost), but I have the support of the fool who claimed, "Better late than never."
The New Year is symbolic of new beginnings, new hopes, new trials and (most famed of them all) new resolutions.
For maybe the first 15 days of the new year, people's spirits are high, either the outcome of new found optimism or maybe that of the holidays' festive mood or maybe it's just that strong spirit. But at the dawn of the 16th day, reality comes crashing down like a wall of cement built on a house of cards. The pessimism that plagued us previously returns, those violent and exotic shades of green and red disappear in favour of grays of the city's landscape of undulating concrete.
So my decision was to make a resolution, but on the dirge of the previous year; this resolution was to make none in the coming year. Worked brilliantly. There was very little room for error; all I had to do was eat cake when the countdown began.
I don't mean to sully the zest of the resolution hopefuls. So until the day of realization- I fare thee well in the land of bliss.