Based on my observations, the promise of ‘new year, new me’ is usually dismissed by a resolution contrarian. “I mean, why the sudden hallmarking? A new Gregorian calendar on the table—that’s all?” It should always be a good enough reason to become a better person, but I don’t think the change in the last digit of the year does it for me.
Please don’t get me wrong—I have nothing against making New Year's resolutions. Even if I’ve forgotten what mine are after writing them down, I do think it's good to at least have the will to improve. For all I know, intentions matter, don’t they?
While most of my resolutions are still a work in progress (hey, it’s still too early to tell!), the ‘new year, new me’ saying has started to dawn on me… and not in the way I intended. Instead of a drastic change in wardrobe or hairstyle, there’s a chaotic shift in the viewpoint deep inside my head. It’s something brand new for me, and while I think I’m becoming a better person because of it, it also emotionally confuses me.
I see blue instead of red now, reasons instead of quick, furious judgements. What's been growing slowly is this strong, constructed understanding of some people I used to observe skeptically, drowning in their lack of empathy. Is it truly an absence of compassion, or am I just being too sensitive? If I look at this case in a new light, will I see their hologram shine with a reasonable explanation underneath?
I feel good for not loathing those questionable arcs, but I also feel bad for the same reason. Still, I try to see things from the other person's perspective, imagining myself in their shoes. It may be a far-fetched analogy, but I've come to the conclusion that it's a chalk-and-cheese situation. While it’s clear to me that I will pick chalk over cheese, I’m beginning to understand why they think cheddar is the perfect fit for a blackboard. It’s what they know their whole life—knowledge limited, with a headstrong belief that they know best.
Well, I don't know. Perhaps I'm overreaching, or maybe it's just the paranoia talking. Either way, I hope this new perspective brings peace and tranquility to my life. No matter what the herd does—dirt the board with cream cheese, use mozzarella for a more sensational experience, or, heck, break it and turn it into a charcuterie board. For all I know, there's a reason behind the culinary chaos. I try to get it without touching the mess.
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