Starting today, I will attempt to undertake the New Year with a sense of true purpose, a recognition of true destiny, an abundance of true love.
No longer – I hope – will I willingly or even unthinkingly expend an inordinate amount of time, energy, and effort on the things that never truly matter, the things that constantly foreclose real joy and happiness, the things that seem, forever, to lead back to no where.
While the pursuit of money, collegial success, and fame are not necessarily unworthy goals in and of themselves, they neither last nor are they ever a true measure of our humanity.
But love is.
Or, at least, it can be