I don’t believe in New Years. End it on a good note, begin on a better note, no thank you.
New Year simply means a change in the date’s digits. It’s not a new book. I’m not gonna “begin again”. It’s just a new page. And when the page number of your book changes, no one gives a damn.
It’s your story that matters.
Not the page numbers.
A new page doesn’t mean a separate story with new rules.
You’re gonna continue the same life, the same story, on a different page number.
But New Year means nothing to me.
The only thing I’m excited for is the different year that I’ll write as a date on my journal every day.
And about resolutions, well, I’ve realized that I don’t need to wait for the year to end to make big decisions about my life or habits. If you really wanna change, you’ll change any day. You won’t have to wait for a New Year. So in that context, I make newer resolutions every other day.
Literally, nothing is special to me about “New Year”.
I know I’m bursting y’all’s bubbles, but no.
No New Year for me.
And I’m happy that way.
But in fact, what I am excited about is The Kuwait National day which although takes place at the end of February, is celebrated throughout January and the whole of February, by the Kuwaitis.
So much, that often people from Oman and Bahrain and Saudi Arabia show up, just in order to witness the celebrations. But they usually arrive in the month of February.
All the decorations and fireworks and the street dancing too.
Btw, the picture above is of the Eid-ul-Watani celebrations. Not New Year.
Here’s another one:
(Yes I Had to google it)
Have a good next year you guys.