New Year

Once upon a time, new year use to be a festive occasion. As one grows old, such festive occasion turns into a burden.

When one is Twenty-something, one wakes up and hopes for love.
When one is Thirty-something, one wakes up and hopes for marriage.
When one is Forty-something, one wakes up and hopes for success.
When one is Fifty-something, one wakes up and hopes for wealth.
When one is Sixty-something, one wakes up and hopes for satisfaction.
When one is Seventy-something, one wakes up and hopes for health.
When one is Eighty-something, one only hopes to wake up.

Life would be so much better in reverse. From old age, one gradually turns younger and wrinkle free. One's five senses becomes sharper, memory becomes better. From a responsible individual one becomes more carefree, as schooling becomes easier. The facts and rules of the world simplify, as one eventually becomes a baby and return to the mother's womb.