The art of Chinese New Year
What is Chinese New Year for? I’ve this question in my heads for over 10 years and still couldn’t find out the answer.
I’m from Hong Kong, and in here people celebrate this festival just as any Christian do to Christmas. It’s the biggest festival to Chinese people and it’s always full of joy.
I celebrate Chinese New Year ever since I was born. Because my family do. Just as any other families out there. They cherish the date because they think Chinese New Year is for reunion. But we could all gather together at festival, say like, Thanksgiving, right?
So what, exactly, is the purpose of Chinese New Year?
To my child self, Chinese New Year equals getting lots of red packets, which also means money. It also means eating tons of candy and rice cake and visiting many distant relatives whom names I don’t even know. I loved CNY because of all those things combined. I loved it even more than my friends did because I could stay at my grandma’s home for a week and play until like forever. That felt so good. So reckless. So exciting. My sister, cousin and I would play mahjong, poker, fish-spawn-crab etc. Everyone in the house was happy and excited for different reasons – my grandma was eager to see all of us together; my cousin was thrilled to have somebody to play with; I longed for the full pocket of red packets.
We were enjoying Chinese New Year for different reasons, but at least none of us hated it.
Yet, things got change.
My grandma still look forward to the gathering of all her sons and daugthers. But my cousin no longer want to play with us, or I’d say anybody – he’s addicted to the LOL so much that he almost spent all the CNY holiday on his laptop. And I? I don’t even expect to get much money. Some of my relatives die along the years. I’m not sad – not because I’m cold-blooded, but we barely know each other. With less and less relatives, my〝annual income〞plummets. I’m also tired to socializing with them and repeating the old same conversation over and over again.
As we grow up, lots of festival change, or so we think. We think the atmosphere isn’t high. Mostly it’s because we aren’t enjoying, we aren’t paying full attention. Maybe, the festival itself doesn’t change. What changes is our own perception, our own feeling, and, ourselves.
Next time when you think of the purpose of Easter, or Christmas, think about what you value and what you did for that when you was a kid, then keep it going. You would realize the value of a festival once you keep on passing it.
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