New Years has lost some of its excitement it seems. The impending doom of the Euro this year and the catastrophe that supposedly awaits us in 2000 has dampened that hope a new year brings. Resolutions for a better life have given way to hope that we all will not be tossed into chaos.
The Eve has become something to avoid, to nonchalantly pass off as just another night, a night for the 'amatuers.'
For me it still represents the dawn of a new day, one that can be used to begin a new life, a new path, or wasted away again like so many other days and years past. A day like any other, but one that, unlike any other, can be used as a mark, a starting and ending point.