I write only to wish the best to those who do mind that it's the last day of the year, those who are so heartily concerned with the dates of the secularized Christian feasts of the Gregorian calendar. I love you and I care for you, I miss you and I wish all the wonderful things in the world for you. We spend our days searching and hoping and desiring and, sometimes, fulfilling. We drink, we laugh, we cry, we shout and we live, last year, this year and the next. It is for you that I write, for you that I long, for you that I live. Happy New Year.
"Seeking happiness, we spend our lives in suffering." - Tibetan Book of the Dead