We didn’t become better, healthier, braver or more aware than we were in the last days of December.
Resolutions are the oldest New Year’s cliché, and New Year’s wishes have flooded us through all channels. Some were generated by artificial intelligence, some by tradition, from hackneyed rhymes to sincerely thought-out personal wishes.
But if they’re good for anything at all, it’s that they make us think for a moment about our potential, what we can do better if there were actual time-dividing lines.
If, after a few days, a part of Slovakia returns to its daily hatred towards anyone whom the prime minister of the country labels an enemy, then the holidays were another missed chance, a few days off with a licence for binge eating and making noise in the squares.