It’s the New Year.
Everybody was all happy, happy, joy, joy. Firework display lighted up the sky all over the world. Parties were held everywhere. Toasts and cheers went on all night. People got drunk in the streets. Lovers danced the night away. Kids forced themselves to stay awake so as not to miss all the fun.
In the end, the streets are littered with garbage and many people woke up with hangovers on New Year’s Day. It’s the New Year, it’s time to let loose, they say.
What is the significance of New Year, really?
Is there anything so particularly special in the fact that the earth is in the exact same place it was in the solar system 12 months ago after completing a whole circle around the sun? I’m sure on
Other than being the returning date of the so-called 1st day of the calendar year, it is not actually an anniversary of any particular occasion, is it?
So what is it that is so particularly special about this day, this January 1st? Did the sun come out differently or something?
I guess, what is deemed special about this day is more abstract than it is tangible. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Technically, we can have new beginnings at any point during the year. It doesn’t have to be on New Year’s Day at all.
But having a specific date which has long been assigned and accepted universally as the day for new beginnings probably have a special meaning. It brings a certain ethereal quality to it, as if it is a supernaturally blessed day to begin a new life.
Thus the endless clichés we often hear about New Year resolutions and opening a new chapter and blah blah blah...
I have long ago learnt that New Year’s Resolutions have no effect whatsoever on me. I can resolve all I want, but I never manage to make it happen. I resolved to lose weight, I gained more instead. I resolved to further my studies, I didn’t even manage to submit my application. I resolved to save money, I ended up buying more junks at the endless sales.
So this year, there is no resolution.
2008 was a difficult year for me, personally and professionally. Towards the end, I was consumed with so much rage and hatred that I have never thought I could ever feel.
People say that hate in your heart will consume you too (actually, Will Smith said it). I’d hate for it to consume me, but at the moment I can’t make myself stop hating things. In fact, I think, I actually do not wish to stop hating things. It keeps me on my toes. It somehow makes me feel alive. Most importantly, this hate in my heart heightens my appreciation for all the things I adore. I feel like I can love something more dearly now than I have ever loved before. I know it probably doesn’t make sense, but the heart wants what it wants, so, y’know…*shrugs*
I hope this year brings out the best in me in whatever I do. And having a bit of luck in everything I do doesn’t hurt either, so I wish for that too.
Happy New Year everyone, and I hope that all your wishes will come true this year.