new tear

The best New Year's Eve party ever happened this year. Fun people, good, understanding, eccentric, loving, old-friendy people. And it's a good time to remember and know that time keeps plodding, and the choices are to learn and go on the way marked out, and rest, or gradually lose more and more identity by pridefully striking out through the underbrush which could get to the same destination, but not as rightfully. With Choice One comes a lot of trust that the path is adventurous as it is marked, and is better than any other way.

I really meant to type "new year" but that's what came out so i left it.