Sunday Scribblings prompt #300 “New”
What is New is Old
There is nothing new under the sun
And yet…
Each day is new, unexpeced
Never dreamed or hoped for
Just to be in attendance
What a privilege
The school of life
The more things change
The more they stay the same
And yet…
Each moment is unique
Not quiet like the last
We open our eyes
And we see anew
Never in exactly the same way as before
What is old is new again
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I feel we shared a common belief in our pieces today..quiet moments build up..collected like treasure..loud and filling inside..Happy New Year ..Jae x
So beautiful and wise. Lovely, Annell.
moments are unique and often unexpected
last day of last year
Ah, the paradox of it all…
Well expressed, Annell. It’s the opportunity for something different, something new, that keeps us going forward.
Perhaps there is no old? Interesting point. Thank you.
Just to be in attendance
What a privilege
The above lines struck a chord deeply within me. It is indeed a privilege! Your words are inspiring 🙂
It’s wonderful how some events in our lives are momentous enough to make everything else seem new. You’ve captured it.