I saw a cat crossing the road this morning. It was white and black.
That cat, I thought to myself, has no idea that at midnight she will be crossing not from one side of the road to the other, but from one side of the decade to another.
Nor do the trees know, as they line the streets.
Nor do the clouds know, as they creep across the sky.
The cats and the trees and the clouds just do what it is in their nature to do. They don’t care what decade it is. They have a job to do.
If something was the right thing for you to do in this decade, then it’s worth continuing with tomorrow.
And if something you did was wrong for you, if it was unworthy of your nature, then it will still be wrong tomorrow.
What is right and what is wrong has nothing to do with the calendar.
The best of you is eternal. Have a wild decade.
Oliver x