It’s become a customary and traditional habit among online writers at this time of the year. They’ll be reviewing the highlights and lowlights of the past cataclysmic year. Or they’ll be waxing lyrical about joyful repasts which came and went quicker than you could sneeze. They also love talking about other people, prominent men and women mainly, who made headlines for all the right and wrong reasons. It’s not been a customary habit of mine, but I thought that this time I would add my own voice to this annual tradition. Where I come from, not much has been said about this woman.
Just today, I learned a new phrase which surprised me. It also knocked me off my feet, not because the words were striking but mainly because I had been musing about the very thought myself for several hours since I got up this morning. It all started quite innocently, if I may just say. Like most women around the world, I was thinking about what to wear for the day. Not necessarily on a vanity crusade or venturing towards lewdness or seeking to be the center of every man’s (or woman’s) attention, I simply wanted to look stunning and be noticed.
As far as I’m concerned, it’s actually been a counterproductive exercise, a foolhardy one mostly; the making of New Year’s resolutions is generally a waste of time. Also, the nonsensical celebration of a brand new and hoped for great New Year was a practice I left behind some years ago already. It’s also understandable because many of us have tried to leave behind extremely difficult old years by looking forward with new hope and, positively, great expectations. This, I’m afraid to say, is a familiar symptom of the human condition. Facing daily uphill battles under the most adverse conditions, many men and women are strengthened by hope.