On New Year's Resolutions

One might consider it a month too late to ponder upon the matter of New Year's resolutions, but with my birthday approaching - might I add, what I consider my personal New Year - I am going to assume not and ramble on the topic anyway. 

New Year's resolutions are always a chance to redeem oneself which gives a sense of possibility that there is still some opportunity for change and you can start afresh on a new page, undoing the mistakes of your past even though the past remains set in stone and therefore unchangeable. It aids to heighten your morale and opens up a feeling of achievement, or the possibility of it, even though it is just the first step, if at all, because our mind somehow translates the act of taking resolutions into having achieved them and therefore the work done - reset to default. This might not have been the case for the first few times it happened, but little time does it take for our mind to latch onto habits, especially those which gives you a feeling of elation with little effort. But maybe I'm looking at it all wrong; I'm almost certain of it. So, resolution must then be an attempt at altering the future by setting some guidelines for oneself to follow so that the past mistakes shall not be repeated and life not get on the hamster wheel of repetitive mistakes. It is an attempt to break the habit only to fall into another one, much more elaborate and wider in scope that one fails to notice that unhealthy pattern, and thereby keeps at it, which might actually impact the other decisions that one takes along the way, leading to developing a tendency to follow in New Year's pattern. I guess I'm going at it all wrong, again. 

What could then be the purpose of New Year's resolutions if not a way for one to reorganize oneself in the hope of following through with it only to inevitably fall into the yearly repeated pattern of not keeping to it as is socially designed through generations of inability to adhere to self set restrictions and goals. I'm speaking in a terrible generalization wherein the act of resolutions as such has lost its meaning to its repeated nature as one sees the next year as yet another possible opportunity to make up for failing this year, and so on till infinitum. Wrong usage maybe, since human life is limited and all, but you get what I mean?

I'm sitting here skipping stones to see if any stays afloat. But you get to decide that. I'm still not sure if any did with my thoughts bouncing inside my head trying to find sense and shape.