Every 356 or so days,
we call it a new year.
We wipe the slate clean,
sure that the next will be brighter.
Why do we create new chances?
Are we dissatisfied with our current states?
No matter how wonderful it already is?
We are greedy.
For we are in pursuit of the meaning of life.
To live it to the fullest,
to each make our own little dent,
saying, "I was here."
And isn't that itself
something to be proud of?