At a time when many of us are reflecting upon (dissecting?) the year just ended and now find ourselves struggling to live up to a new set of resolutions, I’m reminded of the words of the poet Naomi Shihab Nye:
So much of life is impermanent. So much is out of our control, despite the illusion that often holds us, twists us around.
Very little of what consumes our thoughts, fills most of our days and fuels our resentments matters one little bit over the long run. Some of it doesn’t even serve any purpose right this very second. We don’t need another resolution. We need better perspective, mindful awareness, radical acceptance.
So rather than beat myself up about the small stuff or lament the things that only the creation of a time machine would allow me to fix, I’m looking ahead, without a long list of impossible to meet resolutions, mindful of the important things that I didn’t do, where the crackle still calls.