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Numbered chances: New Year’s Eve thoughts 

We flip one page, and in a matter of seconds, we’re one year away from those moments we said yes to changes and challenges. We’re one year away from those moments we said no to letdowns and heartbreaks. 

It wasn’t easy saying yes; it wasn’t easy saying no. But we did it. And we deserve to pat our shoulder and smile our hearts out for the simple reason that we did it.

New Year’s Eve reminds us of how resilient we can be after a 365-day ride on that bittersweet thing we call life. It reminds us that life simply goes on even after we didn’t get a reply from the person we miss so much, or even after we didn’t get our dream job or our dream house. 

Though the last day of each year marks the beginning of looking ahead, it still gives us the kind of nostalgia that makes us itch–the kind that makes us carry and embrace our beautiful, wonderful past. 

It’s the kind that makes us cry and cling to what was and what could have been. This is the ugly part of New Year’s Eve, but we accept this with open arms because, truth be told, even New Year’s Eve isn’t exempt from the idea that things can both be pretty and ugly at the same time. 

With all these thoughts running in our fearless, tireless minds, we also realize once more that we have 365 chances to smile at a complete stranger and make his or her day a bit better, to be gentle to the person who annoys us, and to be loving and warm to those who continue to stand with and by us. 

In the coming new year, let’s turn the other cheek and whisper to this harsh world that we are lucky in little ways as well as in big ways. After all, we have 365 chances to make or break, to ponder on or let go of. 

Many times, it’s hard to believe in the bright possibility of things, but if we try a little harder and believe a little more, we just might be able to turn our numbered chances into an infinite collection of all things great. 

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From one number to the next: New Year’s Eve thoughts

2014 has a few more hours left. Tick, tock, tick, tock. There are infinite numbers in this finite world. But in this moment, in this fraction of time, we set our eyes on one number. We hold a countdown for its limits and of its limits. We wait and we celebrate as Human Year turns a year older.
To 2015!
On New Year’s Eve, hours before Human Year’s birthday, we hope that “a year older” would mean “a year wiser.” We pray that “a year wiser” would mean “a year more bountiful.” We whisper to ourselves and to the universe that “a year more bountiful” would mean “a year most beautiful.”

Tick, tock, tick, tock. We now wonder how the celebrant will look like–how 2015 will look like. We envision the celebrant’s grand entrance, its grace, and its solemn but powerful roar:

“I am infinite for 365 days. I will break the limits of my infinity. And for 365 days, I will prove that the paradoxes of life make perfect sense. I will look at the world with new eyes. On the 365th day, on my last day, I will simply smile the happiest of all smiles.”

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