Every year we all reflect, or at least think through our year consciously or unconsciously. Going through what a year it has been, either at New Year’s, during a milestone achieved, our birthday, or similar “big moments” in life. In the end, reflection over time passed. However, life is not as linear as time has made us belivie. Maybe it’s rather moment to moment – and everything in-between?

Thus here is a poem for a new year – new me, new you? Or a new perspective of our life before it’s through?

New year – new me

New year, new me,

That’s what we all say every single year at this time, don’t you agree?

Instead, I’ll rephrase that line of speech, for life turns out how we decide it to be.

Today or tomorrow, or a new year.

Time doesn’t really matter,

Rather how much you care.

For life is not as linear as we believe,

Rather measured by moments in time.

How much effort you’re willing to put in,

You choose if you give in or win.

For down the line,

Your life is exactly by your own design.

/CG Art & Poetry