Happy New Year
Friday, January 01, 2010 @ 12:07 am.
The first second of 2010 feels no different than the last second of 2009. No one would wake up from their sleep, feeling like something had changed in the air, and know instinctively that the new year had started. There is no change in the colour of the lights, no new smell in the air, no majestic gust of wind that signifies that the earth has completed one more revolution around the sun, no fanfare from the skies, not even a peep.
There is no difference, except for the sound of humans celebrating, and even then, at hourly intervals for twenty-four hours. And even then, there are some places where nothing happens, like the empty room of a house, like the room of a sleeping child, like a home with its lights blazing and TV blaring, but quiet.
There is no difference between last year and this year.
There is no difference between this year and next year.
There is no difference between any two years, except for the differences we make in them.