We made it.
It is the last day of the year. The challenges we've faced, the problems we made that may not be solved. We've stirred our poison, infecting ourselves with our own intention, thought, and disease. The times we have suffered, the times we fought. To protect, or to harm. We did what we did. No turning back. These are moments that carve us into ourselves.
Everyone dies eventually, some earlier than others. We are thoughtful to the ones who did this year and before. We all face difficulties, challenges, internal and external conflict. This year has been hard, the next may be harder. However worse, we must stand. Brace yourselves.
No matter who you are, you are appreciated by at least one. You have been damaged. You believe in what you will, follow the rule of your heart and mind. May you be struck by misery. Stand by those you do, by choice or not. The universe has a plan. It will turn out how it will. You just have to contribute in your part. You have impact.
None does nothing.
You may choose from range of equality, to equity. Or not. A chain of mountains and valleys. No one is the same.
Thoughts may vary.
Intentions may vary.
You may vary.
With the variety you find on this earth and beyond,---weather it is species, build, thought process, understanding, mapping, personality and characteristics, experience---, you will define it the way you will.
You are.
You made it.
*We* made it.
