So a new year has started. People making resolutions. People making resolutions to make resolutions. People making resolutions to not break their resolutions.
But for me, a new year started when I enlisted. After a while, dates become mere numerals, and days of the week just words with not much meaning, only book in and book out.
And every second of the day is measured and balanced though the scales always tilt to one side.
Perhaps life is best defined by moments and not years or minutes or seconds. A fish gasping for air for a second would find that second longer than its life time in a fishbowl. If it remembers anything at all.
Perhaps we should define our lives by moments. First kiss. First hug. First love. First rejection. Moments where we stood up for our friends. Moments where our friends left us and we have to fend for ourselves. Moments of peace and serenity. Moments of trust. Moments of faith.
A moment like this.
