So, if you're reading this
we made it though another year.
I'm grateful
we survived to make our mark.
Our end has not arrived.
By next year
this is what I wish for you:
You'll need to hear once more
for our own good:
Please breathe.
Don't shovel, savor.
Exercise.
Get sleep.
With safety never compromise.
And look your best,
because you should.
But have you made the world
a better place?
Risk ridicule.
Find allies.
Lend a hand.
Confront injustice.
Make a battle plan.
Now, go make change.
To fail is no disgrace.
Fulfill our dreams, my friend,
but while we're here
be good to us.
We'll make it to next year.
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