Time is more than we acknowledge. During our lifetime, time is the measuring stick that helps us keep tabs on everything involving our existence. On the Cosmic outside, spacetime is an ongoing, eternal recording of all that happened before, during, and after our lifetime. The act of measuring time adds to our sanity, happiness, and misery. Time involves everything we do, and everything we are.

Primitive creatures that we are, we celebrate this passing from one old year into the projection of this new year. We make noises with fireworks; we write wish lists about plans and dreams we would like to accomplish. We mention ‘World Peace,” hoping that by some miracle, it can be attained. Wishes and wants are the fuel that propels us from the last instant of the marked year we live in into the unknown mysteries of the new marked year. It’s a moment of reflection and hope for individuals coming together as tribes. Our tribalism is expressed full blown during these celebrations.

Since we live in different time zones, all humans on the planet celebrate the new year within their zone. My time zone is five hours later than my friends in Alaska, so we do the usual phone calling, knowing we each have a foot in a different year. It’s silly, it’s strange, it’s real.

I’ve noticed that the strongest emotion ruling this celebration is the desire to leave behind the evils and perils that ruled the year ending. We renew our individual hope that our perils will perish and our hopes will persist.

Hope rules the day. We underestimate the power and significance of hope. Without it we would flatline both emotionally and intellectually. Hope is a free-range emotion that allows us to create images of our desires. It allows us to project into the future that we want to create. Who we want to be. Little things big things are directly influenced by our humanity and our ability to season our outlook into the future with hope. This is the most important part of our humanity and how we deal with time. Why else would we mark the passing of a new year with such fanfare? Our hopes drive us into a greater imaginary future. Human suffering is offered a preview for this brief moment in time when we hope for something other, something better.

I join you in hoping that this new time slot, which we are coming together to celebrate, offers each and every one of us, myself included, the possibility, the probability that our hopes have a fighting chance to come true.

Let’s hold imaginary hands across all our time zones to celebrate. Hope and love is in the air. Happy New Year 2024!

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