Its tough starting the new year with a major catastrophe. Christmas and new year is not what it was years ago, a lot of happiness, a lot of drinking and merriment. I couldn't bring myself to celebrate anything for that matter, and everywhere I turned everything just seemed so muted down, so desaturated.
New year spirits are what little indicators of how the rest of the year would, or should turn out. Thats why they call them new year celebrations. Its like getting recharged and refreshed to start the new year ahead. Only this time there was none of that sort of thing, so you just go about your life *knowing* that its a new year, but for me, at least, doesn't feel like a new year at all. It just seemed like yesterday that I stepped off my car into my job. Everything became routine, and for the next year, nothing is going to change that fact.
A few of you would have the feeling that the world is turning into a ball of chaos, and every other week when you read the papers it just seems so true. So imminent. But life goes on, and nothing is predictable. The economies will still continue to turn and grow, because there is no point stopping. We have come this far to give up on life and the human spirit. This will not be a year of much happiness or prosperity, this might turn out to be a year of survival.