New Year’s Eve On Oblivion (New Year Special: 2012)

What is the world up to when the clock pushes its breath beyond the redemption, it pushes its hopes over oblivion?

Different traditions, different parts of the world and different customs; the past will remember them, the present will enjoy them and the future will remember how good the present was back in the past; how we all become part of history, today.

In Australia, New Year’s Eve fills many lives with an unquestionable anticipation of hidden hopes not realised as yet. The soul’s camp on the beaches at night looking upon the abyss, the water is an endless sea of black memories washing ashore.

The loud noises, the frantic silence escaping the celebration, as it hits midnight the silence dies, the car horns are heard for a while and the sky’s darkness is shot with the light of fire; this time the fire is made of impassioned rainbows. This is the only time, calm, gentle rainbows become slightly excited.

Austria is blossoming with romance and evil spirits waiting for a moment to escape, but the sound of trumpets seal the demons for another year.

Belgium hides the youngest poets who paint a letter out of words and give them to their parents; the fireworks of a parent’s heart.

In London, swarms of people make their way to Trafalgar Square to hear the chimes of London’s Big Ben as it announces the arrival of the New Year.

The French enjoy a feast at home where presents are exchanged, while others roam the streets holding a rose looking for innocent love that have nowhere to go.

Germany tries to predict the future of good will and the children in Greece still leave their shoes out for gifts.

In Hungary, images are burned to mark the death of misfortunes and horror of the past year and to hopefully start a New Year with some sanity and composure.

India comes out of the darkness and lights the way for a New Year, while the Japanese laugh off the New Year for some good luck. After all, laughing is the best medicine to start something anew.

Netherlands decide to burn Christmas Trees in street bonfires and let fireworks bring in the New Year; the bonfires provide much needed warmth for those without shelter.

The Polish fear a dragon might be coming, while in Russia, Grandfather Frost brings the children New Year toys.

The people of Scotland go into a cleaning frenzy to start the year on a clean note, while in South Africa; gunshots are fired into the darkness while the smoke gently floats away.

South America has bonfires outside their homes, Spain’s world stops turning where grapes and wine is consumed.

The United States is also filled with romance with dance parties for the lonely and in Wales the children sing for Portugal, while Spain’s grape eating fascination catches on.

With most eyes fixated on the sheet of stars, every human being is hoping, some, modest and fearful. Others are repeating their desire for a good New Year over and over in their minds as they’re left reflecting on the not so good year about to pass.

The day starts with great anticipation and a hidden stream of unlocking potential motivation, during the course of the day, as it bleeds into the night, we are tested beyond any sort of redemption and our hopes and dreams lay somewhere on the edge of oblivion.