Almost a year, and last I checked time has not stopped. Today, once tomorrow, became yesterday. It’s easy to conjure up the words to describe the passage of time (I’ve done it quite often). The poetry is cliche. The words barely capture anything tangible anyway. I can say “the sun rose and set”, but only the image of sunrises and sunsets linger. Simply put, the days came and went, and with them came great news, adventures, and encounters. Time and happiness, two concepts I’m fixated on like a sunflower seeks the sun.  I’ve learned a lot about myself this year. Growth is a good measure of a certain kind of lasting success, I’m convinced, and awareness is it’s foundation. I wish I can say with any certainty that epiphanies and self-reflections will somehow yield not only the old, tired and seemingly always arrived-at course of action; but that also someday soon, the missing action that goes with the course will surface and accompany the “plan”. The sentence possesses its subject and predicate, time for some punctuation. I’ve listened. I’ve let the world hear my voice. Now its time for something else.

“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and you do are in harmony.” -Mahatma Gandhi

I pray for the strength.

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