The elapsing of another year doesn’t cause me to overflow with mournful declarations of what could have been. Neither does it cause me to make resolutions that have the propensity to implode and ravage me with the poisonous shrapnel of regret.
I exist…
I have another opportunity to strike out and do what I was placed here on this planet to do.
To be impactful is in direct contrast to the crime of merely taking up space, to live without any inclination of purpose is to rebel against our divine purpose.
On the contrary I use the New Year to reflect on the confines of my life…
My defeats.
My triumphs.
My grudges.
My aspirations.
My shortcomings… The ugliness and divinity of the aforementioned.
And I grin knowingly with humility as my guide.
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