It has been stated, perhaps far too often, that a new year will bring us new fortune. Whether it will be good or bad remains to be seen. What we may be certain of, as ever, is that another year has passed by…
Time, with its flight through our clinging fingers, is an ever-present aspect of life – but it is also a fine companion. It reminds us of what is truly important, if only because it shall never let us forget our own mortality. Time, that subjective, deeply-ingrained habit that our species seems to have so much trouble shaking off, is our dearest friend in one very fundamental respect – it makes us cherish what little we have, it nags at our lonely souls to make us better.
My dear, vociferous readers, I hope each and every one of you saw this New Year arrive while standing close to those you love the most. I hope you imprinted those joyous moments in your minds. They are our greatest treasures, I believe.
For we are none of us infallible. And all we really have is the love of those who will stand by us, as we walk the winding paths of life.
Happy New Year!
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