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Wrapping up this year with a myriad of questions. I remember the previous new year, all the commitments that I vowed to keep, the resolutions that I swore to fulfill and yeah, this weight loss program that I have been planning to join, since I don't know when.

I flip my 2015 diary chuckling to myself. I would not call it ignorance or laziness, but will describe it as a way that we humans try to accept our shortcomings. Day in day out, we get out of our homes, with set goals and iron-determination to achieve something by the end of that day. Half way through, our strength wanes, then flickers again after lunch break. With dropping mouths, heavy-laden bowels and sleep-deprived eyes, we try to pick up pace. Only to veer off to Facebook, Instagram to double-tap, maybe. From time to time peering at that huge clock on the wall, waiting for the clock to strike five. Home and away, we jostle on the streets, heads ringing having barely completed half of what we'd set for the day.

I have walked this road, too many a time and would wish to do a trade in for the better.
I am counting down my resolutions this instant, to see that which I have completed not, and hopefully scrap it off my list, for good!

And now to the festivities. Woe unto to the trees that'll be chopped down and goats that'll be felled.

Happy Merry festivities y'all and success in your New new year resolutions! :)

Gerry.

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