Every new year's eve is definitely an absolute joy. You get to hang out with friends and family, get a barbecue goin', light some fireworks, it's always about fun and doing fun things. Although let's be honest, it's a lot more than that. I mean trust me I don't like deadlines and seriousness especially when it has to interrupt the fun that's currently commencing. But I guess it's fair to say that the fun itself, unaccompanied by some deep reflections would bring no meaning to the new year celebration itself. In other words, it's a waste of bloody time. Precious time. I always ask myself a question every new year's eve. Well, at least I always try to ask myself a question every new year's eve. The question in question is "Without the noise, without the hustle and bustle, what kind of things would I think of tonight?" Well it's probably not exactly like that but my point is that I always try to reflect over the last 364 days (...
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