So, the most depressing day of the year has passed me by and I am still here. It is the time to look in the reflecting ice and see the state of myself; to search deep into my money bag and find the gold to pay the tax man; to gaze about the empty room and notice that I am alone with my petty acquisitions. Yes, the most depressing day of the year. Reasons, however are facts - and facts are transmutable if what I see I do not like. If I do not change them, it means I like them on the happier days of the year, which, thank the creator are all other days. It's just this one day that I must muster through - the day where the darkness of the midnight soul demands accounting. Maybe next year I'll pay the toll, but this year has too many blessings on its heels to self-indulge my Freudian fabrications. Snap, and the day passes, firm to the warrior's heart. Firm as the Tsa-la-gi way.
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