I will not make the mistake of myself to make New Year's resolutions. If written on paper, just merged, wrinkled, lost in the midst of what, with excess of optimism, I call my file. If inventory on the computer, the document would end up forgotten in the midst of the uproar that is the My Documents folder. And published in this humble site would only give my enemies weapons or motives of pity my friends. ("Did you see what is proposed for the new year Yorch dude?" I can almost hear it say, in a tone of sympathy and alarm between.)
The end of the year, as is suitable to count, no necessarily the best time to refine and define directions address. Or still in the post-Christmas euphoria driven by alcohol and consumerism, or are in the seasonal depression, fostered by the lack of sun exposure and the worrying news coming from everywhere. In any case, the goals defined in such a state of mind will seem flimsy once arrived in April or May ("What I decided what?"). Let us note
evidence: the calendar that governs today is far removed from nature. A new cycle? Yes, Chucha, of course: 31 December and 1 January are indistinguishable. Some, of course, recognize the second from the raw excesses of the former, but that was no longer my case long ago.
However, I aspire to be a man of my time and that is to assume certain responsibilities and social traditions. In that spirit, and responding to an inner desire that has driven me for some years to concoct these notes, I will in order to not to abandon this blog, as I have for several seasons since we started five years ago. And in that vein I take this opportunity to wish all three of my readers a happy new year.
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