2015 has come and gone, taking with it all the year has held, and leaving behind the uncharted waters of a fresh start.

Rebirth- what victims of time crave.

Resolutions are made, but they are ultimately meaningless, for humans like to propose what will never be achieved. Hopes and goals and aspirations dissolve with the novelty of a new date, and things remain unchanged, sitting in empty promises.

I am in no way detached from this cycle of New Year’s Resolutions. In fact, I am a frequent contributor to the realm of perceived accomplishments. And this year is no exception.

My goal for 2016 is to mean what I say.

To let my words speak for themselves, because they are true and there is nothing hiding behind them. There is no other meaning, no confusion.

I admit, words sound nice when carefully placed to form pleasant vignettes or to dress-up statements. But they are nothing more than pieces of candy eaten to subdue hunger; ultimately useless. Words have value. When that value is honored, magic happens.

And I want to make magic with the rawness of language.