Step Into My Shoes..

It doesn't happen very often but there are times I wish I was taller. It will be an understatement if I said I was not tall. I am short. Like, just 5 feet tall-short. Although most of the times I am quite content with my height (I live in Sydney where there are people from all over the world, all sorts of people, which means, yes there are short people too; and before this I have lived my whole life in Kathmandu, Nepal, where the average height of Nepalese women is...well, not much). The only times I wish my legs were a tad longer is when I have to buy clothes like pants and skirts and they don't fit on most occasions. But this post shall not revolve around the things that I lack in life, contrarily, it will express the gratitude I feel for the things I have. I wish I was taller but I am thankful I am not a midget (no offence). I might be thin but I am not anorexic. I might have acnes and acne marks but I do not have serious skin diseases. My hair might be frizzy and dry...

That was Calvin at his sparkling best. Could we ever be so sure of ourselves? Are we perfect the way we are? Do we   think  we are perfect the way we are? Are we happy with what we are? My money is on no, most of us do not like the way we are. And hence we set resolutions every new year. If you are a Nepalese, you get this privilege twice a year. AD and BS both on our plates. This new year, I will quit drinking/smoking. I will start working out and get that fab-ab. I will start studying harder and get better grades. I will learn a certain musical instrument or some new skill. I will find a better job that I'll love. I will go for a vacation of a lifetime. I will spend more time with my family. I will find my soul mate. (May be I will make resolutions that I can fulfill) ....and so forth. And when we set resolutions, in paper or not, do we fulfill them? Do we try to fulfill them? And more importantly, do we even have the intention to ever ...