Dear New Year,
I'm confused. Every time when you come into our lives, you present us with new hopes, new plans, new ideas and new choices. You come to us smiling and bring us laughter and celebration. But why when you leave , you say goodbye with regret and apologies? Why? I'm confused.
Every beginning seems to be a celebration but its end seems so hard with lots of hearty feelings. Why? I ask you why is it so? It is us who tangle it up and you have nothing to do with it? or you shadow yourself behind everything giving chances for another fresh year? I tell you, I'm tired of new hopes and expectations on every new years.
At the end of every new year when I turn the first page of my diary it seems like different stories of different people from different world. Changes stand strong.
Why do you do it so?
Is it applicable only on me?
At least will the last page of my this year's fresh diary look similar to the first page?
With Confusion,
Me.
YOU ARE READING
To Dear ....
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