The moment of truth is almost here. Tonight's the night; a night that breeds no difference from any other, but the feeling that bubbles up inside as we hurtle on to a new year. Melancholy, fear, determination, weight, regret, all of it coalesces unto this day alone. There's no need to feel fear, but it's there. There's no significance to today, and yet here we are, in the same place, at the same time, letting out the same tender emotion as we have in year's past. But as the moment draws near, remember some simple advice. Hurtle unto tomorrow, soft star. Breathe in the day through your nose, and let it out through your mouth. Let it pass just as each day has, and take that newly formed future into your lungs, and let it suffuse into your mind, body, and soul. Hurtle unto tomorrow without regret. Run for it, make it yours, and don't let go until it's time for another day. Hurtle on, soft star. And burn oh so brightly.