Legendary.

Why is it that when we don’t want to do something, time seems to ooze on by, but in the midst of great enjoyment, it whizzes by leaving hardly a trace? It creates a love-hate relationship with the moving hands of the clock. This past year seems to have gone by so fast. I suppose, that, in accordance the aforementioned logic, this year was a good year. My empirical recollection of the past 365 days have been, for the most part, positive. I firmly believe that, If one should choose to do so, each year can be viewed with fondness. Furthermore, I know with certainty that the coming year can be viewed with hope. Let us look to the future with confidence and hope, and may we regret the seemingly brief year that is to come in the year MMXI.

Nullum Desiderium.