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Two more months, and a new year.

A new year is approaching, carrying twelve months of new memories, which might result of either our happiness, or sadness.  It shall teach us new valuable lessons which will never be taught in schools, under the supervision of many people.  It might change us, and this change could lead us to be better, and live better.

What we have done in 2013 whether it is good, or bad is a past now.  We will never be able to bring it back or change it.  It is simply: an old memory which might bring joy and happiness to our hearts, or maybe lead us through a melancholy mood which won't last for that long.  Our life is a line.  A line that has many dots and stops, each one of these dots represents an event, and each event will make us remember a day.  That day is the dot which is a very small factor on that line, but if we remove it, then everything will fall.  That's because the smallest things are the most important, because they're the base of either our success, or failure.

Every year we meet new people, and lose some others.  Those new people will be our friends, teachers, colleagues, supervisors, bosses, or maybe any other person who can draw a smile on our faces.  Kind people are hard to find, because they're a very valuable treasure.  When we find them, sometimes, we don't realize how valuable and great they are until we lose them, but in some other cases, we hold on to them, and they become the light of our lives that leads us to the right paths.  They really, really make us happy, and then we just thank Allah for sending them to us. They make everything look simple and full of life, they teach us through their words, and guide us through their past experiences.

Then we think of ourselves.  We start to remember again, and again. We have different flashbacks.  We regret a little, laugh more, and ask, is the new year a new chance?  What will happen?  But do you know something?  The new year is a new "Unplanned Plan" from Allah, and I've always said that those plans are the best, because they are a mysterious/exciting mystery.  In the middle of the year I read a quote which said: "We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.".  I started living based on it, because  when we give, we become able to see how blessed we are, so we help others, and at the end we help ourselves by being humble, and, happy.  Our hearts rest with peace and love, our minds become healthier, and our bodies get a boost of life and energy.

Think in a wise way, and spend those last two months wisely.  Create new memories that will make you happy ten years from now.  Live for yourself, and just be happy, because regretting over the past will never help.

  

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