The bamboozle is in the air.💥
Do I smell a new year dawning; almost as if I can’t escape this moment?
Chained in this calendar, shackled by this system that everyone respects, coercing me to shout, jump, or display a false-hearted euphoria for a new day, a new day, a normal day; this falsetto of a new beginning.
There you are scared of each New Year’s dawn.

Perplexed that the world revolving got their golden goals fixed.
Seemingly fixated you’re fated, lost, and detached.
Confused and foraging every peephole for life’s meaning,

For a purpose to attach to your name
For a new goal to be achieved.
Because erringly unlike everyone, every day seems identical through your lens.
Lack of dreams and resolutions float in your head leaving you feeling inadequate on life's torrent.
How am I supposed to paint a new picture when I am the frame?
Truth be told- every day is yours to define.
A clean slate to rewrite your fate.✨
Calendars may change however, you remain the same unless you flow with the current, stir your boat, and believe that perhaps this calendar shift is not superficial but deeper than the surface.
There appears to be a newer sense to the new year, appropriate it.
Let the bamboozle of the world challenge you to aspire to be different this year.
Let the shimmering, newness, and cheer stir your loins because truly it’s another walk around the sun.

It’s yours to define, refine, or recline. Time doesn’t wait. New year or not your life is seeping. What legacy are you leaving behind?
This is but another time to let go and let God.
To build those friendships, strengthen or weaken those bonds, and aspire to be greater. And yes, this is the world system; why not harness it and make the best of it?
Leap with me.❤
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