Here we are in a January, named after the Roman god Janus, an appropriate personification of the start of the new year. This particular Roman god had two faces so that he could peer ahead toward the future and back at the past at the same time.
Through experience I have learned what I did right and what I did wrong. I appreciate that over the past year, I have been able to reconcile myself.
A new year is unfolding—like curled petals of a blossom, waiting for the sunlight to release the beauty hidden tightly within. I intend for this year to be filled with the things that are truly good—with the comfort of warmth in our relationships, with the strength to help those who need our help and the humility and openness to accept help from others.
I will continue to look forward with great hope that all things can be possible. I will continue on my journey with open eyes so that I may learn from my experiences.
I rebuke any memories of bitterness, and hate, cleanse them completely from every clinging spite; pick off all specks of pettiness and littleness; in short, see that these months are freed from all the past—have them fresh and clean as when they first came from the great storehouse of Time.
The new year brings with it the opportunity to practice what I have learned about life during the last twelve months. All that I sought and didn’t find is hidden in the new year, waiting for me to search it but with more determination.
All the good that I tried for and didn’t achieve. All that I dreamed but didn’t dare to do, all that I hoped but did not will, all the faith that you claimed but did not have. The new year offers the opportunity to be awakened by the touch of a strong purpose. We all have purpose.
The new year offers you the opportunity to renew your allegiance to yourself.
The new year offers you the opportunity to renew your allegiance to yourself.
As we look into 2012, we look at a block of time. We see 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, 31,536,000 seconds. The gift of time is not ours alone. It is given equally to each person. Rich and poor, educated and ignorant, strong and weak—every man, woman and child has the same twenty-four hours every day.
As the sun arises on the morning of different day, the first day of 2010, I look back, I can clearly see what I have accomplished.
I have new few friends who understand me, and I understand them. I have found work that has real value. I do not fear death, and understand that it is just an illusion. I have a better understanding and a stronger awareness for compassion. I will not be led by sheppards. I am not a sheep. I can see beauty in all life.
I have arisen from the grand Illusion, and can see clearly and in color, and have gained courage through my convictions, and am no longer afraid of what may be ahead, as I continue on my journey, even though the path may not be blazed nor lit. I have gained courage. I am my own hero.
I have arisen from the grand Illusion, and can see clearly and in color, and have gained courage through my convictions, and am no longer afraid of what may be ahead, as I continue on my journey, even though the path may not be blazed nor lit. I have gained courage. I am my own hero.
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And old lang syne?
For old lang syne, my dear,
For old lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
For old lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For old lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For old lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For old lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine;
But we've wandered mony a weary fit
Sin' old lang syne.
For old lang syne, my dear,
For old lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For old lang syne.
We twa hae paidled i' the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' old lang syne.
For old lang syne, my dear,
For old lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For old lang syne.
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught
For old lang syne.
For old lang syne, my dear,
For old lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For old lang syne.
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