So, in the larger scheme of things, a new year is rather miniscule. Yet, for some reason, we feel compelled to celebrate it as if it’s a huge event. It’s as if we actually believe things, or life in general, will change somehow; that everything will improve.
But really, the changing of the calendar year has no power to do anything—except make people write the date incorrectly for a month or so. Other than that, it’s no different from any other day.
So, why do we feel this yearly urge to celebrate what is ultimately a non-event? I think it’s nothing more than an excuse; a break from the norm. After all, everyone likes to engage in festivities from time to time and apparently, there are simply not enough other occasions throughout the year, and so we made up another one.
And that’s okay, I suppose. I have nothing against celebrations. I just find it odd we celebrate something that holds little significance. But, as it nears midnight, the noise of the fireworks outside demonstrates that most people do find the day significant. I just wonder how long it will take them to realize that 2018 is no different than 2017. A few months I’m guessing. And then they’ll all be looking forward to 2019—and another New Year’s celebration! ~
Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, The Lana Denae Mysteries, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook at www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS and paperback on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Books-a-Million. Bruce A. Borders is a proud member of Rave Reviews Book Club.