The New year stands before us like a blank sheet of paper, pristine white, no smudge, no blot.
Soon the pen will be placed in our hands. What shall we write?
Will we dip our pens in the ink of conformity and write in shades of black and grey, or will we unstopper bottles of coloured ink and write the rainbows of our hearts upon the page? Will our words flow with truth and sincerity onto the page or will they be stilted, crammed and ugly? Will we write boldly or in tiny spider script?
Mistakes and blotches are bound to come at no matter how hard we try. No big deal, a blotch of colour can enliven the page. When we look back at the pages end what will we see written, a glorious mess of colour and black ink or a neat precise hand (or worst of all an empty faded page with nothing written because we never tried.)
We write our own autobiographies on the pages of life, each different, diverse. God help us all make our volumes worth the read, blessed with colour and beauty incorporating blotch and text.