Fighting the white ninja

When I was eight years-old I had a recurring dream in which I was chased by a ninja but had no voice to scream for help. It baffled me that no one else could see a ninja in white chasing me and occasionally throwing his ninja stars by my ear. The dreams continued for about two weeks, until I realized no one was going to stop this ninja except for me. I turned, I fought and won, and the world took notice.

As I think about resolutions for things I would like to change about myself and my life in the new year I am reminded of the white ninja. I hope to be wise enough to identify the things that are chasing me in life and through that clarity take positive action. Too many people run away from their problems screaming for someone else to take care of it for them. I seek clarity, determination, and the vision to act.