A new day, always.
A new week, it’s coming.
Another month, is here.
A new year really means nothing.
The earth has and always will float here. Nothing changes but what is written on a piece of paper. Maybe this is just a holiday for people who want to leave things behind and start over. No matter how many times I’ve said “I’m starting over”, the past catches up. And this “New Year” hasn’t stop anything from getting to me.
Maybe we should throw parties for new weeks, or new months ? We could always “start over”, although we really never fully do. And you might be thinking… Well every year I get older… YOUR ALWAYS GETTING OLDER ! Your always…well… dying. On that one day you don’t just hit puberty randomly, It takes time.
So this “New Year”, is just another dumb holiday. Ehh.