There is something sacred about time. This sacred sense is especially amplified at the end of the year, which is simultaneously the beginning of a new year. Something confronts us deep within us, reminding us we did not get ourselves here. This fact is hard to fight.
As the clock strikes midnight, there is a chime within us that reminds us of the Giver of Time. The life we have we has been given and the far we have come we have been helped. Nothing in our success or failure takes credit for the manoeuvre past the gates of the old year and through the gates of the new year.