Beginning: full of possibility,
untapped potential, new untraveled roads,
a chance to be the things you'd hoped to be;
a cloud, dispersed, from which the light explodes.
No doors yet closed, no avenues yet blocked,
nothing but "Do I want?" and "Do I dare?"
The future bullet-chambered, hammer-cocked,
and pointed at the bright inviting air.
But with each measured step, decision made,
you may look back, but by then it's too late;
The possible dissolves, the options fade--
for each dream followed, others dissipate;
Till all possible paths resolve to one:
a shadowed highway toward a setting sun.
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As to beginnings and possibilities:
"Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way."
--W.H. Murray
Of course, the lampshade and the butchered verses of Auld Lang Syne work well for me, too. Or being kissed by a dude at midnight. Find the joy wherever it may lie.
Happy New Year.
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