This year, I am going to live.
That is my resolution; to simply be alive. For that is something that I have never truly been before. Sure, I’ve been breathing and functioning and doing everything that one would class as ‘living’ but I’ve never been alive. Not really.
But then again, have you?
I know what you’re thinking. Of course you have been alive; you’re sat here reading this right now so therefore you must be living. But, if that is indeed what you are thinking, then you have misunderstood my resolution. When I say that this year I am going to ‘live’, what I mean is that I am going to make myself feel alive; not just this zombie-like creature, droning through life like a barely-animated corpse.
This year I am going to feel the wind ruffle my hair, the rain kissing my face, the sun warming my skin and not just look at it as a normal occurrence to be taken for granted. I shall seek to find beauty in the most mundane things and revel in it, find life in it and live for that.
I must find things to live for, things that make being alive worth it and then let those things flow into my heart; my mind; my soul.
For this year I do not simply wish to live, I wish to enjoy it.