chinese people (actually, indians too) make such a big fuss over new year. it's not just for one day, it's for the whole week. it's a holiday of excessive spending, people are shopping crazily, the price goes all the way up, but they are only afraid of not buying enough.
everything has to be brand new, from your bedings to your clothings. it's a red world, with lots and lots of flowers and decorations. gifts, stacks and stacks of chocolates and butter cookies. it's all too striking.
every year it's the day people get most careful with. if it doesn't go well it means the start of a bad year. if it goes extremely well you are immediately convinced that it will be a year of good fortune, and nothing will be able to trouble you for real for the rest of the year.
i am trying to live life day to day, rather than living a day as a day of a year, or a year as a year of a decade, or a decade as a decade of a century. sometimes we tend to drag things because we think there is a future and life is supposed to be long. and we eventually grow old with unfulfilled hearts. thus, dreams will always be dreams as we count too much on the future.
the truth is the future never comes, it's ever only the present that counts.
that's why i insist giving my mother a goodbye kiss everyday i go out, that's why i sent one poem to 700 journals, that's why i have to go to europe, that's why i am devoting much time into writing about nothing and everything, and that's why i would like to help my aunt and her kids.
because even if time waits, even if it goes on forever, life doesn't.
i can feel my heels starting their engine! :) and i am excited.
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