31st December

When cold falls from the sky in the silence of cold nights, I set out to find the end of the deserted road. I think I should go ahead and cross the threshold of the next year, to convince myself that your luck doesn't change just because the year changes. Or run so fast that I leave many centuries behind and reach the future. To assure myself that fate does not change even after centuries pass. Or

should I wait here for the dawn of the new year, to convince myself of what life is all about.