As we are at the dawn of the New Year’s—we are given the opportunity to start afresh. It’s like writing a book where you can write 365 pages, and only you can decide what the contents of those pages will be. Yes, there will be outside factors, but ultimately, it is you who will write that book.
Today, you get the chance to finish the book of 2024. You can make some final edits and decide what you will leave in and what you won’t take with you going into 2025. Your 2025 book doesn’t have to be a sequel; it can be a brand-new original story.
I am not going to say, “I wish that all your dreams will come true,” because I know that’s not going to happen, and that is not a bad thing. Sometimes, what you wish for and what you need are two separate things. I do wish, though, that the positives will outweigh the negatives. I am leaving you with a poem I wrote last year but never got the chance to share.
Whispers of a Turning World
A clock strikes twelve; the stars align,
A fleeting moment, infinite, divine.
The past unravels, thread by thread,
Echoes of lives we’ve sung, we’ve said.
The sky holds dreams in fragile hands,
Vast horizons, untamed lands.
Each breath—a promise, soft, sincere,
The birth of hope with the turning year.
We’ve carried shadows, heavy, gray,
Through paths of thorn, through broken clay.
Yet dawn emerges, painted gold,
A canvas bright, a tale retold.
What lies ahead, we cannot see,
Yet hearts ignite with mystery.
The seeds we sow, the truths we find,
Etched in the soul, in heart, in mind.
So raise your glass to the stars above,
To laughter, tears, and boundless love.
To second chances, to skies swept clear—
A whispered wish: Happy New Year
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