We place platters of sumptuous feasts on our dining tables every time we welcome the coming year. We prepare like servants for a night of feasting and eat like gods did. Wishing that in the days to come, our tables shall be filled with food and that we shall never be hungry. We fill our hearts with hope that there shall be showers of blessings all year round.
We decorate our houses with colorful pieces that symbolize wealth, prosperity and safety. We put round ornaments of various colors and sizes to attract wealth and we even light up the sky to send the demons away. We pray to the gods for a prosperous year ahead and send them our offerings of repentance and numerous promises. We commit ourselves to a higher purpose, which is to become better citizens of this world. We create a number of resolutions that have been said years before if not yearly. We always resolve to live life to the fullest.
We plan to make the coming year a better one and with less regrets. We pray for it to be kinder to us and be much more bearable as in the past years.
But despite our efforts and prayers, there still come times in the year when there are droughts and famines, and our pockets empty. When our prayers have turned into curses and promises were broken. Our commitments become lost and we become less of what we supposedly plan early in the year. When bad luck fills us in everything we do and blessings have turned into disasters. And lastly, our resolutions become nothing but a repetition of words and a conclusion that life is fucking hard and it sucks - a lot.
Again at the end of the year, the cycle repeats again.
