New Years is all too jolly. Perhaps it's the leftover festiveness, carried over from Christmas, that seems to combine Christmas and New Years into what most people now call "the holidays," but the reality of a new year is simply another day. The desire for all things anew, a fresh page some would say, is not something necessarily unreasonable. But the atmosphere is hardly fruitful and largely the epitome of the dramatization humanity too often evokes. It's typical either way. People will claim vapidity for anyone wishing for a "healthy and successful new year" and they'll do the same for the ones who realize New Years is a sham. The current state of the world's calendar is whimsical and unquestioned. No one really thinks about the organization of the days, and why should they when it's not a great concern. While it's unimportant that everyone should know how and why the calendar works, simply accepting the works of the world is rather disheartening. We assume that this is the new year, that it's a new chance, when in reality, life never truly stops. The wonders of life do not pause and reset during the seconds between one year to another. Humans think the calendar works, and it does for its many purposes, but the changing of years is no more significant than any other day passing. It's undisputed that New Years is an event that offers much hope and wishful thinking. People will make resolutions and people will inevitable break resolutions. The delusions of how a changed number will affect a person's life is absurd and a fantasy. Expecting an alternate reality the next morning is why New Years has become what it is: a holiday of nearly impossible outcomes and dreams.
But we have to keep it this way, at least for the wildest chance that these hopes and realities do sneak their way into a new year. It's the basis for what little hope exists otherwise. The people with no true representation in a myriad of things, from religion to family culture, find a sense of renewal in the increase of a single digit. The new year means little and it will always mean little, yet symbolizes the dreams, hopes, and wishes for countless people. It's a fantasy that cannot help but exist in the planes of the Earth. New Years is a phenomenon of the human imagination - that our minds are intelligent enough to develop a system of dates and time telling us the end of, again, another human-established fact of "a year." The cultivated belief that humans are correct spurs our mind. None of this will ever really be challenged and rightfully so. Humanity has lived through its own beliefs and endeavors. New Years is really no different. It'll never erase a criminal record or a sudden pay raise.
But it will sprinkle a small does of hope. And that's what humanity have fed on for its entire history.