Oh how this year has shot on by, like a shooting star in the sky. Friends have come, friends have gone and yet our life's have moved on. Will this year by like the last, simply gathering dust as does the past? Or will this year be worth the thought, something special that our minds have caught? For all these things,who actually cares, after all life is so very scarce. Every year take too heart, for without joy you're surely in the dark. Enjoy every moment to the last, for each moment will become your past. What is the point of your life, if you build it purely on all strife? What is the point of the moment now, if you find yourself regretting it somewhere somehow. But in the end, life is fickle, don't allow the juice of life to come only at a trickle.