a year?

We decide it was good or bad? and, entering the next 12 months, we know just what it is we want out of those 365 days? are we so well informed? are we forgetting, when we say "glad that's over" that there were excellent days, wonderful times, premium moments? do we discount the best of days and maximize the memory (fuzzy?) of those negatives which did not eradicate us?

We "live" through the end of another year, celebrating the potential for new beginnings, hoping for we know not what.

The moments were the gems; the tiny segments of our lives the pinnacle-isms we didn't know we were privy to, we were showered by, we were gifted with == our Gifts.
Is it possible, somehow, to tune in to the pure delight even one moment can emit?