Happy New Year
Every year around this time we celebrate that moment that we invented the humanos in which with the chimes of a clock, show us you jubilantly most often fictitiously simply because there is a change of number in the course of our lives. We are joyful because we said goodbye a year that will be, as if with him we say goodbye forever to everything what in the past twelve months has been harmful. The sound of these twelve bells constitutes a profane ritual that we, poor gnomes of the universe, raised to the category of mystical. We prepare the twelve grapes, we place an attire of Golden in the glass of sparkling wine, some even put an intimate color red garment and we look forward expectantly and silence the miraculous sound of the twelve chimes. The truth is that I have never come to know the meaning and why these symbolisms, after which and all in unison, bursting a programmed that no true joy, we kissed and we congratulate repeating the ubiquitous catchphrase happy New year. It is this a recklessness ceremony in which we theoretically away everything bad that has failed to happen during the year he died, while we aparentamos wish to those of us that we have coming sometimes as far the greatest venturas we want to bring us the future, artificial because the calendar has changed a number. Analyzed this attitude from rational maturity, you may qualify for childishly pathetic. We do not realize that the days, the months and the years that shape at the time, are empty and will never offer anything, neither good, nor bad. It is a gap that we filled humans, every day, with our Setup, with our words with our actions. The future doesn’t exist yet, us offers full of nothing, we who you are shaping, with our thoughts, with our behavior, that behavior that we project on our fellow human beings.
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