A year is like a lifetime…
Or at least it seems that way.

A woman gave birth to her baby and now the little one is ready to fly.

A couple got married and explored the world as one.

A student graduated and set off to conquer every dream that has ever been dreamed of.

A child burst into tears as they looked across the Christmas dinner table at an empty chair; oh, the things they would do if they could see their parent one more time.

A young woman silently wept herself to sleep night after night over a young man, who never really cared in the first place.

A year is like a lifetime filled with heartbreaks, tears, and so much laughter it aches our bellies. Living is the hardest thing, but here we are. We keep living anyway. We keep pushing ourselves to get out of bed in the morning and to be better. Life is filled with opportunities that we may take and soar
or
we miss and learn…
and grow…
and regret… despite of the new outcome.

Every year we look back, burn who we used to be so we can be born again. We look back in awe thinking to ourselves, "how the hell did I walk through fire?" We run our fingers across our scars with a smile because as much as we want to die during certain times, we sure are happy we are still alive.

The past year was slow as it was fast. Why does it always feel like that? How come I feel so different, yet I’m stuck in the same place? Each year I hope I’ll be better than the previous year. I never am, but I never stop hoping…
Dreaming…
Wishing…
until I realize another year has come and gone. I end up being just as unhappy as I have always been. I am in the same spot clawing my way out, but I continue to make decisions that makes me go further into the grave.