“Use the magic feather,” Timothy the mouse guides Dumbo, who is afraid to open his ears and fly. He puts the feather in Dumbo’s trunk and says with absolute conviction, if you hold this, you will have the power to fly; just open your “wings.”
It seems to me that sometimes after months and months of meandering aimlessly in one’s own thoughts, suddenly clarity comes as if spontaneously out of nowhere. And one might think, “Whoa, where did that come from?” But upon further reflection, it had obviously been building up very carefully through obsessive, relentless self-inquiry.
Tonight, speaking with a dear friend, I had an epiphany.
The term “New Year’s Resolutions,” has been used for a long time, and recently, I have noticed that people are shying away from it. I told my friends I was setting “New Year’s Intentions” this year, and they liked that better than “resolutions.” That made me wonder a little bit…
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