JUST LIKE ANY OTHER DAY

JUST LIKE ANY OTHER DAY January 1st, a canvas of contradictions Special ointment, blessings, and expectations A night before, a crossover, a threshold to eternity Or just a mere tradition, a philosophy of men? In the grand tapestry of time, what sets it apart? A biblical significance, a divine spark? Or just a faint echo of a long-forgotten past? The Passover feast, a contemporary mimicry A January 1st that gathers, praises, and sings But in the silence, I hear the whispers of doubt What makes it different from any other day? The singing, the dancing, the accidents, the deaths? The debts, the romantic affairs, the unforgiveness, the hatred? The utility officers, health, and security personnel Carrying out their duties, just like any other day In the monotony of routine, I search for meaning A glimpse of transcendence, a whisper of the divine But it eludes me, leaving only the echoes of my soul A yearning for something more, something that makes it different Perhaps it's not the day itself, but the heart that beats within A change of heart, a shift in attitude, a transformation to begin A journey towards lawful living, productivity, and self-reliance A path that winds and turns, but ultimately leads to transcendence