May your coming year be
filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some
fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't
forget to make
some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.
And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
...I hope you will have
a wonderful year, that you'll dream dangerously and outrageously,
that you'll make something that didn't exist before you made it, that
you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have
people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because
I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world
right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you
will always be kind.
And for this year, my wish for each of us is small and very simple.
And it's this.
I hope that in this year
to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making
mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things,
learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your
world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more
importantly, you're Doing Something.
So that's my wish for you,
and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make
glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry
that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art,
or love, or work or family or life.
Whatever it is you're
scared of doing, Do it.
Make your mistakes, next
year and forever.
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