Smile, the end is actually the beginning.

"New Beginnings Make New Endings

With lots of life between

It's what you put into your life

It is not these other things.

You will never know

What lies ahead

Choosing not to dream, instead.

New Beginnings Make New Endings

with much success ahead

If gently and tenderly

You choose to love it day by day

And be thankful (for) its graces

You will find it to guide you

You will never be afraid.

New Beginnings Make New Endings.

Like nothing you've ever seen.

Just looking at a sewing needle

It’s not the eye of the needle

That makes the impression on you

But amazingly it is the the thread

That makes its appeal to you"

Poem by: Cecelia Weir

Much like Khensani, I have very few words of my own. It's been quite the day. The prominent thought though, is that of the end and that of new beginning.

Sitting here, I'm overwhelmed by the idea of first year in university being over, about moving out of the place that has been  my home for ten months and about saying goodbye to friends that have quickly become family.

But surprisingly, I'm drowning in excitement. Soon, it'll be a new year. A second chance at everything. I've always thought of a new year as God handing us a new book, a new pen and an eraser. The book is where memories, lessons, fears and success will be written on by the pen filled with experience and wisdom. The eraser, of course, is to right all our wrongs.

Have a lovely week, everyone!

N,

xx