"A cold and broken Halleluhah"....The New Year starts at midnight. Nothing truer has been sung about where hope and rebirth come from. I have found myself cold and broken, but for whatever reason I continue to persist, resist, and redefine. My heart claved into so many pieces, dead by so many definitions of the word. Cold and broken....so cold, so broken. I have stopped looking for the one who would be the one to reassemble them. I have given up on "love"
As this new year starts, I could lie and say I am going to try to embrace the hope of love, but that would be the same lie we all tell. They're called resolutions, and they're all lies. They're things we tell ourselves, our friends, our families in a vain attempt to convince everyone that we have moved on, that we are in control. "In control".....what the hell does that mean anyway? Does it mean that all the negative things are gone, or now serve us? Is anyone truly in control? I'm not.
I am like a boat tethered to a dock. I rise and fall with the tide, I ride out the storms, my damages get fixed as best they can be. I can't control the tide or the weather, I can only survive it. So here goes my thoughts on my hopes for the new year.....
1. I hope to lose weight, but I can't promise anything
2. I hope to better my employment and make more money.
3. I hope to find a person who will embrace me for who I am.
4. I hope to make a difference in the world.
These are my hopes, not my resolutions, for the New Year. I hope that you can make the New Year a time of change and success. I hope that you get all that you desire, that lifes shortcomings become your victories. Happy New Year everyone, and goodbye 2016.