The New Year

I am already three days old and you have not celebrated my arrival as yet said the New Year. It appeared to be more of a question rather than a statement.

The New Year seemed to be hurt by the fact that I did not indulge in revelry on the eve of its stepping into this world. Year after year every New Year felt the same way and I considered it to be my duty to assuage its feelings.

 I opened my heart in a humble manner.  I understand your feelings. You have a large following of 365 days and would certainly feel bad if someone like me did not notice the change in the calendar and its numbers. Please do not get me wrong. I have a reason.

The New Year seemed to have been slightly pacified by my tone. What is the reason? It asked.

 I travelled deep into my inner recesses and came face to face with something firmly embedded within me. My voice resonated with conviction when I spoke.

Instead of celebrating the arrival of each year I celebrate the arrival of each day. Each day is a New Day to me because I meet it when it is still new and build a strong rapport with it. I wake up to the sweet music of chirping birds; breathe-in the unpolluted gentle breeze; let the changing hues of the morning sky paint my day in bright colors; greet people and the environment with a big smile; plan ahead to keep abreast of the Sun; let my resolve grow strong with the brightening skies; act and make the Day count notwithstanding hurdles if any.

Above all, I wake up thanking the God Almighty for granting me another day of Life.

It was a lengthy reply from me.

Interesting the New Year said.

Is a day not a part of you? When I rejoice in the dawn of everyday, am I not rejoicing your arrival? I asked the New Year.

It just smiled and said have a nice day.