Tonight is made for

Each New Year’s Eve is accompanied by frantic, desperate people singing in the highways, crying on the sidewalks and trifling and teasing different passersby with stories from the past year, with sordid adventures, and melodramatic tragedies. So many private moments haphazardly shared publicly during cell phone conversations on Connecticut Avenue. And the modest pedestrians offer silent prayers as they pass by.

And still the modest pedestrians know that this is the time for prayer. This is the night for moderation; all virtue must be remembered and protected. Time does continue to advance; each second, minute, and hour are merely attendants in the courts of Time. All the hoopla is worthless. Being boisterous has no effect on time. Life is made of many perishable things. Pleasure and fun are perishable.

And this life is temporal with carnations, roses, garlands, and champagne trying to tempt the modest pedestrians walking by with laughter and snazzy slogans and delicate perfume. How worthless it all is! Watch as it dies! Watch as it decays! Hear the desperate people singing.

And this night bitterness accompanies happiness; Faith, hope, and charity do patiently stand watch over this night. For all those who believe and remember, God is love; God’s love should be share by everyone.

And this night symbolizes so much and yet means so little. It is really just an ordinary night that briefly touches the dreams and aspirations of the masses with an intense moment of anticipation leading to smiles, laughter, kisses, hugs, and a rushed dreamlike politeness and goodness.

But this night often does mock and confuse the unsuspecting and immodest.

And still the modest pedestrians do walk on the sidewalks filled with thoughts of prudence, temperance, justice, and fortitude. They continue to look forward, saying little prayers to themselves, praising God, asking for help for their friends and neighbors.