Nouvelle Anne

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click stones or random water.

A year passes away...it does not die...just disappears, but it remains, strong and firm in our minds. Like those beautiful stones beneath a lake, that can be seen from above, but they have sunk deep below.

A year can mean so much, it can stand for the memories...for all those special moments, for all those fights, for what you remember it as. Looking back at a few years you may laugh, you may cry, you may feel agony. But it has passed, so we move on. A year, can be so different to the same person, and the same to two different people.

Life is about growing, and as we move from one small portion of life to another, we should grow too. From one year to another. From person to another. From one city to another. From one step to another.

Yet, we have regrets and we have triumphs. Remembering all that shiz it helps to think that you have been gifted something new and you should be happy with it. Its something new and enjoy it, cause within zegonds it will be old. Cherish the new and hold on to the old. At the end of it all feel happy.

Joyeux Nouvelle Anne. J'espère que vous êtes satisfait. (I hope you are happy)