Resolutions

How can you capture a beautiful feeling? Good things come and go, time marches relentlessly on. The beauty becomes a memory; the memory both cherished and cursed. Sometimes one can't help but wonder what might have happened, what sudden change of past events could change their present being. More what ifs, more if onlys. Yet all we have is the present, another day mercifully granted to us for an unbeknownst reason.

Thus, my New Year's Resolution has emerged, the first of its kind to be uttered aloud from my lips. For if all we have is what is, then far too often this gift has been wasted. Difficult as this path has proven to be, I strike out with my own inherent stubbornness, accompanied by a whisper of hope, to discover what other simple gifts have been silently laid before me. Gifts too often overlooked afore.

Contentment then, is virtuous.