In my youth, I stayed up to ring in the new year in every time zone. I raised my glass of sparkling grape juice and blew my horn along with all the drunken fools on television. When I was a little older, I continued the tradition with the younger children I watched, so their parents could join the revelry themselves. Those were some of the best New Year's I think I had.
The birth of a new year is steeped in tradition and superstition. The Romans' held the month of January as sacred to Janus, for whom the month January was named. Janus was portrayed with two faces, one facing forward to the future and one looking back on the past. He was a door keeper between the past and future. Today we take this time to remember those events of the past year and ponder on them. We rejoice in our accomplishments and mourn our losses. It is a time of taking stock of our lives and preparing for the coming rebirth in Spring.

And so it goes on today. Birth... life...decline...death. Youth overcomes and surpasses age. The future leaps through the present on it's way into the past. The cycle goes on.
Happy New Year