Why do we stay up until the middle of the night… merely to stay up to the middle of the night?
Why does the world go insane because the year increments by one?
Why does it matter that the second hand ticks that one time? Why is it special? Why is that one minute passing so vitally important?
What is magical about standing on the moon? Or seeing light broken by little globules of H2O? Or looking into the eyes of the child you love? Or reading a story of joy and heartache?
What is … magic, in this sense?
These things are the definition of magic. The joy you get from a rarity, from the beauty of a thing which is special simply because it is unique. When the year passes… when 365 days end their time… when the last second runs out… we look and see an enigma of time: it goes on. We see a marker which God wrote into the heavens with incomprehensible exploding giants of power, ticked out in our daily lives, yet again, just as always before, and yet so unique.
No year is the same.
New opportunities. Old lessons learned. New hopes. Old victories. New challenges. Old failures. New adventures. Old memories. Each year brings change. No year is the same for each person, and no year is repeated.
Take this one.
Live it for God. Choose to grasp it and step on. No matter how low you’ve gone this year, this next you can rise again. Do it.