Another New Year's Revelation

Over the years, the beginnings of each have always been permeated by the angst of (for) the future. We tremble at our past not really learning from it - just trembling in fear and regret - searching in vane often times for the tasty nuggets of true bliss as we sit drunkenly blinded by envy and disillusionment.
We wonder fervently in that same uneasiness or amusement as to what the possibilities in a newly arrived numeric value to the Earth's rotation around the sun will blossom into; wondering about the will of God, and whether or not any prophetic happening will fall upon each of us, and if any at all preferably onto someone other than ourselves.
We, that is to say some of us, embark upon the task of assigning ourselves to a mission, under the assumption of course that by completing said activity that lives will be bettered; that somehow the past 365 days prior were not sufficient enough for us to commence and continue let alone complete any improvements promised - that the ever enlarging backside that gravity allows us to press to the soft on softer sofa of life will suddenly find itself moved - overcoming inertia and friction as the Earth completes its cycle only to immediately begin anew.
We, that is to say some of us, believe that this natural occurrence has some magical power to alter weak resolve into one of greater resilience; that somehow simply by addressing the desires to conform to what society deems prudent or necessary, this celebrated few (weak in number, weaker in value), comparatively speaking, may more readily accept our renewed selves as they would not do before.
However, if I may respectfully offer a question and a suggestion:
Why resolve one's self for something so low?
Anything is possible - truly with the right backbone. But ask yourself, "Why?"
Why?
Why?
Why?
The American society, as a whole - Oh, we are a pessimistic bunch, not mentioning, of course that we are a group of lemmings so ready to jump the ledge when another of us who (by standards dictated by a powerful subculture solely bent on conformity) is prettier, thus far more enlightened than ourselves, decides to.
We do not ask "why?"
We do not ask ourselves about what our legacy can be, and instead we focus not on our health, but on "buns of steel" or "abs of iron". Our attention is abdicated by wealth management instead familial sustenance.
Family, health, happiness, empathy - the good shepherding or management of these entities is essential in building a lasting birthright.
Failure or success in any attempt at building such an outrageously wonderful creation is not only unique, but everlasting. And if one also takes to task the continued respect for a questioning mind, which is an ongoing opportunity rarely employed, the outcomes of both, no matter the cost, will be magnificent and remembered more endearingly than any wealth or six-pack will be.