I made one New Year's resolution many years ago that I've been able to keep - just one. That was to make no more New Year's resolutions.
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Does that mean there is nothing about me that I intend to change?
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Do I not want to loose the extra weight I carry around? Do I not want to become a better person? Do I not want to strive to do more to help my fellow human being in this world?
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Of course not!
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I just no longer wait until one particular day each year to try to change something about myself in a positive way.
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No one knows with 100% accuracy what will happen tomorrow. We can plan, certainly. We can schedule. But none of us "KNOWS" what tomorrow will bring - or even the next hour. So if I truly wish to make a change in myself, I have the moment right in my hands. This very moment, today!
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Now.
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Each day, each moment brings us a fresh new opportunity as pristine as the moment that occurred at midnight local time on New Year's Day. Why wait until the turning of the calendar to allow myself that opportunity and let all the others slip by?
I am who and what God made me to be, no more, no less. I am a Christian in that I follow Christ and His teachings, not any particular flavor of Christianity. I've also learned much of and from other religions around the world and enjoy discussing any of them. I'm an open, friendly person who gets along with any type of person and welcome anyone to converse with me on any subject. Everyone brings with them something I can learn no matter their ability, background, education, income, intellect, lifestyle, nationality, position, religious beliefs, or any other lines with which humanity tends to divide itself. The world is filled with wondrous variety and I strive to find the Light and Love that exists in each and every person.
'Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light Of the brighter, cold moon, 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beams on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold -- too cold for me -- There pass'd, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light. -Edgar Allan Poe
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