Just caught New Years Eve… and it makes me wish I could go to New York to watch the ball drop during new year! I loved how Hilary Swank turned the ball drop fault into a meaningful one, and here’s what she said,
“It’s suspended there to remind us before we pop the champagne and celebrate the New Year, to stop and reflect on the year that has gone by. To remember both our triumphs and our missteps – our promises made, and broken. The times we opened ourselves up to great adventures – or closed ourselves down, for fear of getting hurt.
Because that’s what New Year’s is all about: getting another chance. A chance to forgive, to do better, to do more, to give more, to love more. And stop worrying about ‘what if’ and start embracing what would be.
So when that ball drops at midnight – and it will drop – let’s remember to be nice to each other, kind to each other. And not just tonight but all year long.”
On my bus ride home, a girl beside me had to squeeze back to back with a man of generous portions. Imagine how the width of the isle can fit 2.5 persons. Worse still, he often lost his balance. I think we all know how annoying it feels, especially more as a girl.
So I put down my big, manly backpack, tapped her hand and gestured her to come closer. At first I thought she might have found me weird, but she knew what I meant. Even without a word of thanks, I knew I had reduced her discomfort, and you can’t imagine how good it made me feel. I truly think it is more happy to give than to receive.