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May I approach each passing year with new fervor.
May I listen to my soul and for what it aches.
May I plant my roots and grow them deeply, while my branches and leaves develop.
Only the things of death lay static. Our very atoms are in constant motion. Why should I then ever be in a situation of doing the same thing twice? At least may I do the same act differently or with a different state of mind.
Our education does not end in a degree, but rather may each year be an opportunity to learn something new. And so I ask myself, what is it that I want to learn about myself, the world, and the work I devote myself to? Although the new year passed several months ago, and the coming of spring is behind us, the busy bodies of learning minds approach their home stretch and so I take a moment to ponder.
