Resolutions Re-written

How's life? I'm sorry if this made you think for a while.

Alright! December alreadyyy and 2025 is going to be in the chapters of history soon! If I look back, I feel 2025 was very long for me. I vaguely remember what I did all year. All I can recall is that I cried so much this year. (You'll know why, either here or in my next blogs.) The reasons feel silly now, but back then they were massive mountains to climb. And this year, again, I haven’t fulfilled my resolutions. Every December, I feel all my resolutions were silly anyway. And of course, this time I didn’t wait for the 31st to peel off the list. Ironically, my 2025 resolutions are already in the trash can.

I think I slipped into lowkey philosophy toward the end of 2024, and it shows in my 2025 resolution list. I had 21 goals, out of which 14 made absolutely no sense for a twenty-four-year-old girl. Someone could easily (mis)understand that the list belonged to a sixty-five-year-old retired lady. Even though I wrote them myself, they now make me question my mindset back then! What does “Have shiny skin like Buddhist monks” even mean? To meditate day and night? To abandon desire? To attain purification of the soul? Achieving healthy, glowing skin would’ve been fine… until Buddhist monks became a simile.

There were many such ‘hilarious’ and ‘deep’ goals for 2025. And one that really struck me was:
“Accept myself, people, and the circumstances as they are.”
This was the second listicle among those 21 resolutions. And “Acceptance” is such a broad term—both to understand and to practice. And when I say my resolutions aren’t fulfilled, I basically mean I haven’t mastered the art of Acceptance yet. It doesn’t surprise me, and honestly, it’s a relief. I have a whole lifetime to learn this art.

Because I keep coming across people who simply do not accept facts and instead argue with senseless logic. There are folks who can’t stick to their own words, who on this earth disagrees with their own words? And then there are people in their fifties who can’t even accept their age! Everything else becomes conveniently inconspicuous to them. Isn’t it strangely comforting to watch all these characters while you’re the first-bencher in the “Acceptance” class?

I have a list of reasons for my ‘Acceptance’ failure this year. I was expecting monk-like behaviour from myself. And as a normal human being, I had insecurities and self-doubts. Whenever I felt anxious, I would force myself to accept whatever damn thing it was. I never gave myself time to sit back and re-look at the things making me anxious. All I could picture was the second resolution I had written, “Accept yourself!” This led to a bad quarrel inside my three-pound brain. The year I wanted to accept everything to be happy, I ended up sobbing the most, ironically. I have such a weird personality that I don’t even get mad at toddlers who cry for cotton candy and then cry more after getting one! No wonder the three-hundred-grams brain can’t handle a quarrel that even a three-pound brain can’t.

My mind feels so freaking free this morning because I finally threw the old resolutions in the bin. As soon as I did that, I wanted a fresh list for 2026, and I’ve already noted 11 goals. I’ll decide wisely until Jan 1st, 2026, and add more. And the 11 resolutions I have now are realistic and not philosophical at all. I may end up with 50 this time, but honestly, the chances of me fulfilling them seem higher.

By the way, “Acceptance” is still a tiny bug in a corner of my head, and I’m sure it will crawl out whenever I’m cranky. Or it might crawl out of the blue just to make me cranky. But I’ll still consider it a win if I manage to accept all my stretch marks and eighty-seven moles on my body!!!! 

Next time we’re sitting together, tell me what you’re planning for 2026. And of course, let’s laugh at all our old silly resolutions together. See you soon :)