Just Another Year Ender

Had 'courage' been sold in the market for public consumption, 'courage' sellers could have been crazily and idiosyncratically rich by now. I am saying this because each year takes just that as we face a new year of nothing but the same old things here and there. As the numbers grow like a piled up mountain of papers, the turning of each phase is nothing but a new number (but even the same numbers are utilized continually) with the same old things disguised as new, no difference from a newly shined 3-year old pair of shoes. Over and over again, the people on this same ground are trapped by the thought that a new year predicates a new life. If you take a closer look at the idea, this thought is a fallacy or a mistaken impression of 'new year' as simply a new set of numbers to fill in dates. Hopefulness may be the major factor but courage is the engine for it to eventuate. Besides, a new beginning can always start in the middle of the year -- a coherent aphorism that remains uncontested, or an aphorism that suits the shiftless. 
Let me then say that twenty eleven was a year that followed twenty ten and preceded twenty twelve. There is nothing more pronounced than that as it was with my nevus that has always been there. As a thought that lingers to and fro, as this blog is mine and mine to mess up, I stubbornly rehearse that numbers don't have the force of power to change what must and what-not. You certainly must have the courage to begin now or wait year after year and watch the changing numbers vanish into thin air. Then you feign courage glancing at the mirror taken aback by the mole you believed you always had at the right cheek but appeared at the left. Fooling oneself is the easiest one. Think again.