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2019....Musings on year end....2020




Your calendar points to 31st December when auto search on the mind rotates and reflects on the year gone by.
365 days can make a decisive life for some and not for man y.
No problem! Your heart beats for one year more to kick you about, for days and months to make it worthwhile.
Remember blossoms are waiting to bloom only for all!
Bouquets don’t last!
The year gone by was a mixed experience of small moments of joy, expectations, disappointments and fulfillment.
Nothing too big to feel bogged down.
The experience of meeting new people did leave a twinkle in the eye which doesn’t last long. Move on!
Pin your hopes
Hope but don’t hope for much to feel EXASPERATED. Your frame of bones and flesh have a tenacity to absorb.
Don’t over absorb to break that tenacity.
Body is matter, preserve it!
Caution helps
Just guard yourself from “anti-self” persons, ambitious pessimists , who will raise hopes and disappoint later. Body is a big rubber ball that keeps bobbying on waves in water.

KEEP
An eye on the waves
An eye on the force beneath
An eye to look for a shore
An eye to survive another year in a long journey of life
Keep it bobbying Always!

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