Here's to the end of another year. And perhaps the end of other things as well. Failure, disaster, pain, depression. The wound is past. Behold your injuries. See how you have survived. The scars you didn't even remember had occurred, used to them as you are. How could you say that you were alone, querent? So many have left their mark. Thank them.
Survival is but a small victory. To actually live and be able to appreciate is a greater one. What you do now matters more. Let go of a bitter past. Grow, create, express. Do something material. Build a better future.
Choose a path. Chase a dream. Or try and have it all, if you're satisfied with shadows. The future is always a wildcard. You travel in darkness and doubt will only make it worse. Believe in your light. You can shine, no matter how dim.

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