Isn't New Year celebrated with pomp and joy by nearly every race around the world?
99% of people do that.
BUT, what is there to celebrate when we have so many antagonisms and complications arising every year? New diseases, new terrorist groups, new WMDs, new problems. Nothing great to celebrate. No new joy, no new peace. What is truly new in the New Year? I have no New Year fever, no excitement—only worries about new problems.
Why is New Year called "new"? "New" should mean flawlessly new. But I will have no new brain to think, no new clothes, no new shoes, no new meal. Nothing is new. No gala, no new friends, no toasts from loved ones, no new love—ah! I am not New Year passionate. I am as usual as I ever was. Nothing is great to rejoice over on that day.
Years come and go. New Year's Day is merely the mark of the end of one year and the beginning of the next—the day on which the year count is incremented.
On that day, called New Year, I will miss my dear and near ones far away in Bhutan. Alone here, I will find myself reflecting on the delighted faces and the scenes of togetherness. Yet my New Year resolutions keep me hopeful, even though I may not stick to any one of them. And sometimes, it hurts to plan ahead for 2012. "New Year brings in new promises," as many would say.
And I would like to leave here with a New Year poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox:
"What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of a year."
99% of people do that.
BUT, what is there to celebrate when we have so many antagonisms and complications arising every year? New diseases, new terrorist groups, new WMDs, new problems. Nothing great to celebrate. No new joy, no new peace. What is truly new in the New Year? I have no New Year fever, no excitement—only worries about new problems.
Why is New Year called "new"? "New" should mean flawlessly new. But I will have no new brain to think, no new clothes, no new shoes, no new meal. Nothing is new. No gala, no new friends, no toasts from loved ones, no new love—ah! I am not New Year passionate. I am as usual as I ever was. Nothing is great to rejoice over on that day.
Years come and go. New Year's Day is merely the mark of the end of one year and the beginning of the next—the day on which the year count is incremented.
On that day, called New Year, I will miss my dear and near ones far away in Bhutan. Alone here, I will find myself reflecting on the delighted faces and the scenes of togetherness. Yet my New Year resolutions keep me hopeful, even though I may not stick to any one of them. And sometimes, it hurts to plan ahead for 2012. "New Year brings in new promises," as many would say.
And I would like to leave here with a New Year poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox:
"What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of a year."
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