Merry Christmas. Happy New Year.

The end of a year breeds few pseudo-self-fulfilling annual life re-assessments. Bottled with the sporadic joy, a cultivation of hate, continuous resentment and/or a deeply gasped sigh in hope that knots will untie within the new year. Anticipate self-improvement, always. Shape paths to harvest growth than await disappointment. Expect changes in others, seldom.

Here's to the end of your labyrinth of hardship, your despair, your tragedy.
Here's to the beginning of your forked road, your decisions, your expectations.