I am the new year. I am an unspoiled page in your book of time. I am your next chance at the art of living. I am your opportunity to practice what you have learned about life in the last twelve months. All that you sought and didn’t find is hidden in me, waiting for you to search for it again and with more determination. All the good that you tried for and didn’t achieve is mine to grant when you have fewer conflicting desires. All that you dreamed, but didn’t dare to do; all that you hoped, but did not will; all the faith you claimed, but did not have; these slumber lightly, waiting to be awakened by the touch of a strong purpose. I am the new year. ~author unknown
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