No New Year’s Resolutions

I have no New Year’s Resolutions for 2015. I don’t have to live up to any promises or strict goals that I have set for myself this year. Like most people, I always have difficulty meeting the ambitious objectives that seem so feasible on January 1st, but somehow fade away not long afterward.

But I do have dreams for the coming year. I dream that Sidonia’s Thread will continue to enjoy the success that it has attained over the past few years and filmmakers will take notice. I dream that readers’ lives will be inspired and changed in positive ways by my story. I dream that my new book, whose working title is The Greenhorns, will find the right publication method for a story that has never been told. I dream that joy and happiness will spread its wings over my family.

I dream that immigrants who wish to breathe free can find refuge in America, just as my mother and I did many years ago, and that we can be a nation where some may have more than others, but there are no have-nots. (I borrowed that notion from the great philosopher Mortimer Adler.)

I dream about a perfect gluten-free, sugarless chocolate cake. I dream that good health will sustain me and allow me to see my dreams come true. And if I only have that, I will be satisfied.