Maybe we’ll end the pandemic.
Maybe we’ll be more peaceful.
Maybe we’ll enjoy the people around us more.
Maybe we’ll be healthier.
Maybe we’ll live better.
Maybe we’ll be more accepting of ourselves and others, without labels.
Maybe we’ll clean out Pandora’s box in which we keep our prejudices, our unbridled egos, our fears, our hatreds, and let go of at least some of them.
Maybe we’ll appreciate more that we still have parents alive (those who still have them).
Maybe we’ll settle for what we have, visit the valley of complaint less often.
Maybe we’ll leave our neighbor’s goat alone and take care of our own.
Maybe we’ll read more, learn more, listen to the wonderful music of the world.
Maybe we’ll go to the museums in our town.
Maybe we’ll get involved in a cause, support an association, an NGO.
Maybe we’ll respond to email, WhatsApp, Messenger, phone, and leave behind that ‘left on seen’ fashion.
Maybe we’ll be more respectful to those around us.
Maybe we’ll leave room for hellos when we leave somewhere.
Maybe we’ll learn and accept that our well-being is an individual responsibility.
Maybe we’ll learn from stewardesses to put on our own oxygen mask first.
Maybe we’ll walk more.
Maybe we’ll learn to be alone, with ourselves, to be bored, to rest, beyond the noise of the world.
Maybe we’ll see that between black and white there are not just shades of grey, but many fascinating colours.
Maybe we’ll eat fewer sweets.
Perhaps we’ll adopt the words of our parents, our grandparents, from many years ago: we are too poor to buy cheap things.
Maybe we’ll take a break from the screens of our phones, TVs, laptops, and connect with others.
Maybe we’ll be more honest and gentle in any kind of relationship.
Maybe we’ll give ourselves a chance to look differently at things, at people, at our existence, and discover that there are other perspectives beyond our horse-glasses, often, that exploring the diversity of opinions, of senses, takes us out of our narrow circle and we find more joy, fulfillment, meaning.
Maybe we’ll set fewer intentions, goals and stick to them.
Maybe what really matters is to be healthy, to have loved ones around us, to know what does us good and what drains us of energy, to decide when we want to leave somewhere, to understand that no one is holding us down, that we have free will, to trust ourselves, to have a few ounces of self-doubt to leave room to learn new things.
Maybe we’ll have the year we want.

With many possibilities.

Georgeta Dendrino