Perspective

Looking forward ends up being a lot of looking back. Hoping to engrave your good habits without indulging in the mistakes of yesteryear. Even when I know a new year isn't a magical restart, that change requires more hard work than resolutions promise, I still feel hopeful. Despite the cynicism that latches on with age, I still appreciate the time we take to reflect, make our peace, and move forward. The novelty of novelty I cannot help but celebrate. Sure, I can imagine that life isn't good enough, but my imagination isn't good enough. Instead, I fall folly to the fancies of fools — that the future will be brighter, even if it takes more than the red ink of I will I will to make it so.