What should a ‘new’ year mean…
Nothing new, same old ‘stuff’
? Just a bit older and a bit closer to death? Another year of man-made and natural diseases and disasters? Another opportunity to begin again, to try to do better, to make new friends and meet someone that could be extra special? Of course, it would mean different things to different people based on one’s hopes, and fears, too. The thing is, I think that this new year would probably be a mix of all of that and more, sadly with more of the negatives than the positives.
But… dwelling on the negatives is no way to start with anything that’s new. If I got a new house, car, job or boyfriend tomorrow I’d only be imagining the possibilities, not the unforeseen problems that could arise. I’d have a smile on my face and a skip in my step, in anticipation of the ‘what’s next’.
“New” usually means ‘better’, so… just maybe… this coming year will be better. If not as it relates to the current global situations, then at least for each one of us in our personal life. Fingers and toes crossed
.Have a fantastic New Year, everyone. Blessings!
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getting it right what may of went wrong in this past year.
Hopefully Di 2023 is the year you'll find your love
Best of wishes to you from me
getting it right what may of went wrong in this past year.
Hopefully Di 2023 is the year you'll find your love
Best of wishes to you from me
How the brave new world arrives
And I see how it thrives
In the ashes of our lives
Oh yes, man is a fool
And he thinks he'll be okay
Dragging on, feet of clay
Never knowing he's astray
Keeps on going anyway...
Happy new year, happy new year
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don't we might as well lay down and die...
- ABBA
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
May we, this year take a road less traveled and have a great adventure to blog about.