A new year shows the time in the uncommon figure of a blank period to be filled by us. On the contrary, in the most common contexts, the time is hardly separable from our life which is full of things, events, and persons.
The hopes inspired by an empty period of time betray a tacit discontent with that common approach of time. We are not satisfied with the way by which the elements composing our life aggregate each other by disregarding the order of time.
Nonetheless, the life which is strictly organized by time doesn’t seem to us to fulfill the hopes we have for a new year. The various timetables which order the modern life rather appear like abusive uses of a new period of time because they take away our grip on it.
Thus, the hopes regarding a new year look for an uncommon tie between us and the time which is going to come. We should be the partners of time in deciding about our life.
The end of a year doesn’t prove that such a tie was realized, since a life of a person cannot be a cosmic event like the order of time, but it leaves untouched the hope that we could live in another way than we do according to the various timetables. Moreover, the few unexpected events during a year can be attributed to that partnership with time, since they were not established in any timetable. Surely, it is not that equitable partnership we hoped for, because the time seems always to be more powerful than us, but we become satisfied even with the idea that our life looks like a destiny or obeys to a cosmic destiny. It is harder to accept that a whole life is only a bundle of events decided by other people who impose to us different timings.