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1st January I took resolutions .
Eat less chocolate. Add
more. Resolutions
I more or less held.
Throughout 2010, I had some glorious breakthroughs and more painful relapses.
We are both feet in the new year.
I roll up my sleeves, I clench the jaw and I take back my resolutions.
They will be quite similar to that of last year.
Too bad. Okay. So what?
I take them anyway.
Being stubborn is sometimes a virtue.
I firmly believe in the beauty and necessity of the resolutions.
Nobody will convince me otherwise.
Se say we want, we can, address deficiencies, eliminate certain defects, again for a few bad habits, become less that and more this, it already gives a small boost.
Besides, the behaviorists say loud and clear: the pursuit of an objective relates more satisfaction and happiness that the abandonment of this target. And what makes you feel good about yourself, not so much to achieve a goal, but the progress and challenges encountered to achieve this goal.
A recent article in the Globe and Mail brilliantly set the link between the resolutions and Sisyphus, one of the biggest names from Greek mythology. Like Sisyphus, condemned forever to push a rock atop a mountain and never get to the summit, we are doomed to pass resolutions to achieve sometimes entirely, often partially or not at all. Condemned to repeat, recover, return to the office ... But I see nothing discouraging. It fits perfectly with my vision of life: a perpetual effort to become a better human being.
And you? Your resolutions?
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