On Hope And The New Year

With the new year comes the promise of many new things; with the new year comes the promise of hope.

Hope for love and hope of resolutions yet to be broken. The new year is filled with it. 

Lovers rejoice that they have made it this far and vow to make it to the next. Friends celebrate and swear to be as they are forever.

The night before is filled with drinks and celebrations; of romance and of happiness.

This is a good thing and time not to be squandered. If only we all carried the same amount of hope, of drive throughout the year. Think of how much we could get accomplished; how much we could do.

I hope this year is different; for you and for me. I hope it's the best year of our lives so far. I hope it's filled with happiness and healing.

I hope to finally make my own path, to learn to leave the past and the pain behind; to finally learn to be happy.

I hope to fill page after page of my journals; both the regular journal and my visual journal for that is where I believe I will find my salvation; my own little piece of paradise and happiness.

I have my chance. I have my hope.

I just pray that I can make the most of it.