2017 was a year of disillusionment: regarding authority; love; and self-proclaimed heroes. It was also about disillusion with the self and our collective ability to affect change. It was a year of fatigue: with the constant erosion of our believes and the belief that each person deserves dignity and respect as individual regardless of creed or color.
2017 was a year of hope: a revelation that even in the darkest recesses of human depravity, light can be found. It was a year where people found the voice they lost and the strength to carry on. It was a year where we were truly stronger together.
2018: new year
My hope is that 2018 is a year of revival in both our personal and professional relations and capacity. That politics will highlight the strength in unity rather than becoming a knife to further divide us. That we find the strength to love even the flaws.
I don't have resolutions this year, I have promises. A vow for a better me, better life, and a spring of wellness.
The sky is a stepping stone to reach the stars. Dream unlimited. Imagine different. Be kind. Be better. Love yourself. Love others. Love more. Love selflessly. Love endlessly.
Welcome to 2018: endeavor for more.
Happy new year!
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