Hello,
It is a new year and with that newness, there is a compelling sense of being that makes anyone, well most of us, feel like a dawn of a new beginning, a new adventure, a new journey.
Each beginning of a year fascinates me for that reason,
… a collective sense of newness.
Which is strange because from a time perspective there is no difference between any given time — it is our interpretation of that change, of the movement of a second that gives us seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries — don't believe me?
Chinese new year
Alas, I cannot pretend I don't sense this moment — this moment of feeling that, this is the year were all your dreams are realised and all your fears disappear.
I suspect it is, as the architect from The Matrix put it:
hope.
Aluta, Continua.