New Year's Desolations?

When do we realize as to label a day to celebrate, to start off hoping a change, yet realize that nothing would be  magically "new"? The same old times. the same old life, same old moments of solitude and peace, same old worries and episodes of anxiety. So, should that make a "new year" totally insignificant, and redundant?

Is it that we just need a reason as to hide behind the comfort the promise of something "new" presumptively holds? Or do we just need a reason to take a day off, and retrospect, watch one's world out of it, and set things in order that have derailed before you could think about it?. Or is it just yet another day to not think about living and enjoy the moment?

I don't know what I saw last night, but it was really beautiful.

Starting off the night trying to finish edits to the short movie my friends have been working on, keeping up with time as to run to the beach just in time to catch the clock strike twelve, to witness a city shout in joy at the prospect of a new year, as their hearts set ablaze with a brazillion hopes and dreams. To see the roads filled with its youth grinning from ear to ear, with their hearts so warm that no one cares if they know anyone, but wishing everyone becomes their first ever priority for the day; unmindful of the mundane life ahead, unmindful of the surprises that the year's got in store for them.

At that moment it never really mattered, though. What really mattered was that we were alive as to know this planet finish its orbit round its star. Out of the zillion stars and planets in the night sky, we are one proud organisms, proposing a toast to the fulfilment of "completion" if a never ending cycle.

But that too really didn't matter. We were there, there with our loved ones by our side, well, what's left of them, anyway, missing the "should have been",  and expecting the "might be" in a life so complex, and vivid that the very next day was to be spent in monotony of the year passed. It didn't matter, even.

So, what really matters?

Well, should anything really matter? You might say otherwise. Well, doesn't your version of reality differ from mine? So, shouldn't my version of the things that matter differ from yours?

So, what do we want to see that really matters?

Hope? Fun? Life? Love? Solitude? Company?

Well, is the question really that important?

Seriously, why bother the answer, it's the New Year, for shouting out loud!

Wish some one a Happy New Years, and lead on with your life.