It's so weird that we celebrate the passage of an ultimately arbitrarily defined unit of time every single time it passes. We're constantly surprised by it despite it being the most predictable thing in the universe. "Yay! We're all older now and all closer to our ultimate fate: death!"
If that's not weird enough, we also celebrate it by exploding a bunch of loud, bright, obnoxious things in the sky, disrupting everyone's sleep schedule. And all for some okay-looking light displays.
Last night, someone fairly close to my house set off fireworks at night while I was trying to sleep. The noise was disruptive and the light bled through the curtain in my otherwise dark-enough room. I just want to sleep, thank you very much.
In a slightly more serious note, let's hope 2026 is better than 2025, for society at large.
Happy inexorable-passage-of-time-by-an-arbitrarily-defined-unit day, I guess!