Revel in the spark that comes once a year

I was looking out the window when I saw it start to snow. That was when I realized it is almost the end of the year.

When the new year coming, I don’t think about the excitement and readiness for a brand-new year or a some new party like in “High School Musical.” Instead, it is all about the fireworks that people light off every year.

I remember how adamantly I loved watching the fireworks when I was young. Always on New Year’s Eve, I never went to sleep, even when my mom shouted at me. One way or another, I often snuck by my mom to go to the balcony to watch the fireworks shows. Even though she had forbidden me to, I would stubbornly sit on the rooftop with my legs swinging down to the ceiling.

It was — and is — the best once-a-year cinema I ever experienced. When the fireworks were shot into the sky, I could not see anything for three or four seconds until they began to beautifully and gorgeously bloom into a sky bouquet. Those few seconds were like a century for a kid like me. Even now, I always appreciated that those three or four seconds are worth waiting for so I can fully enjoy the fireworks. They are something that complete my childhood and myself.

“Without the sparks,
fireworks are no longer themselves.
Without those moments,
life is nothing but dull repetition.”

This year is the 18th New Year’s fireworks that I will watch.

I was and still am surprised that time can actually fly. People say it all the time, but little do they know that it could easily slip through their palms.

In life, we tend to skip by such normal things that are supposed to be repeated over and over again. We think that having a family dinner is normal, showing love to our loved ones is normal, receiving a tap on shoulder or a hug is normal. People do not often appreciate normal things.

I believe life is like the fireworks. Every single spark — none of them is alike and each has its place —  together creating magnificence in the dark sky. It is the same as the small, normal things can create one’s life. Without the sparks, fireworks are no longer themselves. Without those moments, life is nothing but dull repetition. Such ordinary things are priceless details for one’s life memoir.

Life never skips anyone, it is your choice to skip or not to skip when such moments come. Appreciate every moment, your time — and life.