I've always been bitter about New Year's Eve, and as I've gotten older, I've found that I'm not the only one who doesn't understand this silly holiday.
Sure, there's magic involved. We await the final few days of the current year, for at one magical moment at 12:00 AM, a new year has been set forth in front of us. Day 1 of another 365 Days.
People place so much pressure on themselves to celebrate New Year's Eve in the best of ways, feeling as if they don't, they won't celebrate the passing year with a final hurrah or kick off the new year with a bang. Mostly, people end up drunk and disappointed that this year didn't turn out the way they wanted and that we all have to return back to work in a few days. The magic doesn't last.
For me, this is just another night worth celebrating another new opportunity. I truly see any day as a celebration: another day of breath in my lungs and life in my heart, and if I'm really lucky, it's another day with people I love. That's what I see worth celebrating. That's where the joy lives.
It's a new year, yes, and maybe at midnight you even feel like a new you, but don't fool yourself into thinking that at midnight, everything starts anew. It doesn't. It's just another day, in a long series of days, that you've survived. Celebrate that.
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