It's a few minutes before New Year's.
I remember one year I celebrated with my father and my cousin Charlie, who was several years older than I was (thirteen at the time). Minutes after the clock struck 12, I asked my cousin, "What does it feel like to live in the 90's?" He paused for a second and said, "Exactly the same as it did in the 80's."
As little as it was, my bubble burst. I was clinging to some illusion that time could change something. But time doesn't change anything. We do.
Here's to a new year. Here's to making it golden.