As another year draws to a close and the impending fear of uncertainty starts to flood the conscience of morality like an ocean on the horizon
I feel that each of us tonight will find ourselves reflecting on the proverbial novel of the past year
Forever crafted and bound together by our memories and choices
Words on the pages are simple thoughts expelled
Underneath the blood written inks are actions and thoughts that were cast aside from our practice
365 days now paragraphs burdened by either negative confession
Or positive remembrance worthy of collection
12 months melted into chapters upon further inspection
One can notice a tale full of life unfolding before our creator
Regaling the souls of those who graced our hearts
Now forever lost to the misery of time
Though the beauty of living is never knowing what the next day will bring or what will occur
Because the truth is we’re all traveling through time together
Documenting every day of our lives ’till the moment of our departure
