Hiralious

There is something about people celebrating in large groups, whether it is a wedding, a concert, or a new years eve, that makes me feel overwhelmed in a way that resembles sad.

I attribute a part of it to my inability to socialize in large groups, but a main chunk of it is , my awareness of the hour that follows the celebrations and the fireworks.

In the quiet hours that follow, who collects the confetti, and feels remorseful for the fireworks which are now ashes? The grief in this comparison between celebration and such abandonment, parallels my grief about life and its loyal partner, death.

However, as I live this moment, I'm quite partial to singing, to dancing and to fireworks.

Happy new year 2023.