myriad of secret thoughts

Did I mention my new year’s resolution?
To pay more attention to detail.
Whatever that means. In the widest, in every aspect of the word. From the general to the specific. From the crucial to the trivial. It sounds ambiguous and is ambiguous really, well at least when I decided upon the resolution I hadn’t got a clear grasp of what I intended to do, I just sort of thought it would be a good resolution for this year. For some reason. I just wanted, vaguely, to know details. I thought it would give me an upper hand. Surprisingly, the significance of it is forming by itself, in the first few days after the year’s start.
The people I meet, who have that extra added appeal because they can observe things that other people miss. The work that I do, which requires details to be scrutinized and makes no room for mistakes. A quote that I come across, told in the ungodly hours of truthfulness, that goes “what is an intellectual? An intellectual is a person who knows the details.”

No doubt, if I keep unconsciously being aware of this vague determination, signs and concrete examples of it will start filtering through, educating me, inspiring me, and ultimately shaping me. Theoretically. Well, empirically also. Unconsciously being aware? That’s such a paradox…
Anyway.
It’s the hardest thing. Or maybe I’m just exhausted. Physically, mentally.
Exhausted.