The previous weekend had been the Chinese New Year celebration. Not that it was a special New Year, but I guess every one of them was unique in its own ways.

Fundamentally, New Year is a time when people celebrated the coming of spring. And seeing that the majority of civilization thrived in the northern hemisphere, it is not surprising that the New Year is about the same time for many cultures regardless of the calendar used. Needless to say, the Chinese New Year began in China.

But here in Singapore, the significance of the changing of seasons is lost. It sort of explains why so many of the youngsters are finding the festival lacking. In fact, I learned that many do not even feel the need to celebrate.

Alas, the spring is beautiful. It represents life, renewal and hope. And is the perfect contrast to the cold bitter winter. Despite the lack of a seasonal change, I feel that it is even more vital for us to evoke the spring of the human spirit, before we are lost to a perpetual winter of the heart.

One a side note, I had shifted to a new flat. But due to the festive period, no house-warming had been planned.