There are those who laugh at those who rejoice and find hope in the shallowness of the Greek calendar, and you in turn laugh at them for their feel of a need to express their cynicism. Nevermind that they are right, nevermind that it is but a number, nevermind the time zones and how people feel as if it is the end of a chapter of their lives, and that somehow a new decade on a digital clock will change everything.
Nevermind the friends whose shoulders you sling your hands across, or their heartbreaks the night before, nevermind your love for her and nothing will change, for it is a new year, and for that, and at least that alone, a beginning should be hoped for.