the "new" year

I worked a graveyard shift from the beginning of December till the morning of Christmas Eve. 10-6 sorting shit out, wasn't bad once I got past the endless banter and antics of the young, uneducated and dare I say it, working class, of this country. To be fair I suppose their intentions, given their background were probably not malicious and it was just a bit of fun that kept the clock ticking. I had some fun at their expense myself. All in all some loose change in the old locker at Lloyds, and a body clock messed up beyond repair.
For a week after I finished I woke up at around half five in the morning for my breakfast, which invariably was dinner left overs from last night, because I would have skipped dinner by falling asleep around 6 in the evening. Since I did not want this happening on "new" year's eve, I started forcing myself to stay up later and later and finally on the night of the 30th I fell asleep around half ten, albeit with the help of a couple of cups of particularly strong coffee.
Finally the day was here, I woke up early as usual, that could not be helped, and the day went on. It looked like I was going to make it to midnight. After an early dinner, a few beers, and a few drinks of whiskey I felt unusually jubilant for that time of the night, given that for the past few days I had always been cranky and moody after 5, like some overworked employee kept in the office after everyone else had gone home. Things were looking good until about half ten, when i went for a lie down and started thinking.
My thoughts pushed me on to a revelation. I started thinking about the Sumerians and how they must have thought of the idea of the modern day time system, the whole deal with minutes and seconds and hours and so on. Then I pondered over the numerous calendars that we have. It occured to me that all it was is just divisions of the indivisible. It's like drawing lines on a map to make things easier, compromising reason for the sake of convenience.
What is so different about this year? Everything. That's right, everything about this year is different from last year and every year before that, and every year to come will almost certainly be different. Deja vus aside there aren't many things or events that repeat themselves without any variation. Hurricanes occur every year in the Gulf of Mexico, or in the South China Sea every year, but I can guarantee that none of them every follow the same course, or originate in the same exact spot. My point is that every day, every hour, every minute, and every second is a new and unique moment of time.
To say that the first of January marks the beginning of the new year is accepting your place among the fools of the world, who cannot see that this is just a matter of convention and not real. You could just as easily say that today is the beginning of the new year, or tomorrow or the 14th day in the 6 month of this year. Fine, as long as everyone follows it you have a new years day and another celebration and all the other festivities that come with it.
And then you have Lhosar, the Bikram Samwat "new" year, the Chinese "new" year, and if you follow the viking's calendar, or the ancient Sumerian calendar you might have another "new" year. Give me a break. Nothing new about this so called new year. Just another day made up hours, minutes and seconds, in another year made up of days. Every day just as new as the others, and every minute, and hour as shining and strikingly new as any other. Why celebrate a year with ten minutes of fireworks when you can celebrate time, and its passage by living it.
Now you might just say that all of this is pretty fundamental, but unless you have a revelation you have only heard the truth, after you have had the revelation then you have realized the truth and therein lies the insurmountable gap. You might even say that I did not have a revelation and I am just bitter that I missed the fireworks. That might have an inkling of truth in it, who knows? For now I am sticking with my revelation.