The New Year

It's a new year! Or is it? All I figure is that it seems most curious that the rollover of a second can neatly demarcate a "new" year from an "old" one. If anything, it's a new day (or is there even such a thing?) and life goes on. When the fanfare and (admittedly) pretty fireworks die down, I find that nothing has really changed.

This begs the question of why anyone would bother with a rollover. Of course, it could just be a mass joyous self-deception to have the self-deception of believing that an era has passed and a new one beckons. A lie (that, if told often enough, may become truth) that something has changed, and that there's a clean slate. Besides, there's a chance that the complacency that something has magically changed over will turn to bitter disappointment when the reality hits and proves that nothing has really shifted without effort to that effect.

Maybe I'm a cynic, but I really do like New Years...primarily for the holiday. Otherwise, it's a practical matter to switch over my calendar and to ponder about how I should go about my life, one day at a time. Preferably without the illusory comfort of a line drawn in time.