Another year fades awayAnother chapter quietly closesIn the rearview, I reflect Was enough done?Was my time well spent?Moments are precious Fleeting, fragileMeant to be capturedTo be valued If regrets exist, they teachI look back not in judgmentOnly with understanding My chance was spent learning Falling, rising, becoming A new year is upon meA course of action to map Ahead lies a fresh unknown To absorb, adapt, applyI will be a fluid canvasMoving in rhythm with the tidesLife stirs quickly What matters is meA being of gratitude Of forward momentum I am still hereStill growing in spiritStill choosing meaningHow wonderful it is to be alive