Knock on the sky

Every time the year comes to a close, I try my best to look at the past 12 months as just another divider in the book that spans my life. So many have come before, some so momentous they feel like they were yesterday. 2023 was yet another chapter that, like the others, rhymed with the other parts of my life with where I was, who I met, and what I did.

Each of these photos go back a year respectively. I look at myself in these photos of years long gone, and it’s tough to put into words how far gone I am from the kid who took those portraits of himself all those years ago.

All the years he spent running from his life, problems, and responsibilities were defeated with such a meager effort by the One who never left his side despite his numerous self-imposed exiles. I didn’t know which way was up until I got help from Him, and now things here are a long way past rock bottom. The countless sunbeams of people I have met these past few years, that is something I know I didn’t deserve and I’ll never be thankful enough for. Now it’s time yet again to knock on the sky and listen to the sound. Who knows what this year holds? I certainly don’t, but I think I prefer it that way.

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Another year has come to pass:

Another time to make new friends.

Another wave of first hellos and last goodbyes.

Another year to create memories that continue to forge me into the person I hope I am becoming.

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𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕖