“Cheshire Puss,” she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. “Come, it’s pleased so far,” thought Alice and she went on. “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where—“ said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
“—so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat “if you only walk long enough.”
In a few days we’ll leave behind 2009 and step into another new year. It’s like going back to 1 (this metaphor is based on the presumption that 1 is the starting of countings). Or is it really back to 1? Maybe not. The days may start back to 1/1 (first of January) but it wouldn’t be ’09 anymore. Or ’08. Or any other past years.
We don’t really have second chances with time now, do we?
So. Coming up to this year’s end is like that scene of Alice meeting the Cat. I’d ask: which way do I ought to go, dear life?
But that depends on where you want to get to.
Somewhere isn’t a good idea. With the destination of ‘somewhere’ it would only mean that I will walk blindly. And the problem is: I wouldn’t know when is ‘long enough’ to make sure that I am ‘somewhere’.
With the new year approaching and with a new phase of life awaiting me, I got to set my direction.
No. That doesn’t mean I’m setting a new year’s resolution.
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