Why do we fail when we set out to change a part of our lives, usually something like eating healthier, dieting, spending less time on the computer/gaming system, smoking, wasting time? Shouldn't we be able to accomplish that which our wondrous minds perceive with such enthusiasm, usually on or around the first of January? After all, we have been told that we are the "masters of our own ships", and the "makers of our own destinies". Nike says "Just do it" - so why don't we?
Someone sent me a poem from "Anonymous". I would love to meet Anonymous someday, for he/she writes some very profound pieces, and could become very famous after a guest appearance on Oprah. Here's the piece:
As I entered Heaven’s door,
Somewhere along the way someone else had added this line: