Another day, another year

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure -- measure a year?

In daylights -- In sunsets
In midnights -- In cups of coffee
In inches -- In miles
In laughter -- In strife

In -- Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love

Seasons of love
Seasons of love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died

It's time now - to sing out
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends

Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in love

Measure, measure your life in love

Seasons of love...
Seasons of love

It's really odd how people say "Happy New Year" instead of "Have A Happy New Year" - and even that well-wishing greeting is off somehow. You can never really have a happy new year in the first place, because once you go through that year, it's no longer the "new" one.

Looking back at your year, what do you tend to focus on? The good things that happened to you; the things you were able to do; the obstacles you were able to overcome? More likely than not, you'll be looking at the shit you went through; the things you failed to do; the obstacles that kept you from achieving your goals. You'll find that you didn't completely fulfill your resolutions; keep your promises; that you have a LOT of room for improvement. I'm not being negative, just honest - this focus on what we don't have is what pushes us to change; contentment is a static state of mind, and the fact that we're not perfect is the only reason that we try to change.

My year was definitely not a season of love. It was a season of jealousy, treachery, hurt, anger, stupidity, indifference.There was a lot of love, but only some of it got through. That probably means I haven't been very loving myself. My New Year's resolution is to love more. To love myself, to love others, to love my family (no matter how HARD it is to), and to finally realize that love isn't about the hugs or the warmth - those are only benefits - but about the little things that both the small and big people in my life do for me. Love you all. Have A Happy Year.

No day but today.