There’s a universal exchange on the last day of December: HAPPY NEW YEAR.
I’ve wondered, these past few weeks, what this time-old tradition at midnight meant. Three words, HAPPY NEW YEAR, celebrated in loud cheers, teary and loving hugs, or whispered in solitude.
I’d like to believe when the words HAPPY NEW YEAR are rejoiced, friends are closer and enemies are wiser because of the past year. Is it too optimistic to hope differences and similarities can blend into a palatable feast lasting all of the New Year?
As the year closes, one doesn’t need to rehash news headlines, conspiracies, and all the causes that have made 2021 a most forgettable year. Maybe just digest what a wise philosopher and critic, Henri Frédéric Amiel said~ “All appears to change when we change.”