As Chinese New Year is fast approaching, I am reminded of the true meaning of Chinese New Year. It is not about the buying of new clothes, fireworks, and the gluttony of festive food. Instead, it is being together with our family.
Because of its once-a-year occasion, it is a good time to remind ourselves of family ties and relationships. With the Covid-19 still going on, let us not forget that Chinese New Year will still arrive every year, but a loved one, after he or she is gone, we will not see them anymore.
Therefore, for this Chinese New Year, concentrate on the positive and be thankful that we still have people around us who are still living and healthy. A reminder of not taking things for granted. Though we may not get together or meet up this year, remember our health and their health are more important at this point of time. Prioritising on what matters in the long run instead of what we would miss out during this Chinese New Year.
Happy Chinese New Year to those who are celebrating!
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