what is it about a new year? what is it so different then every new day? Do we really need to make such a big deal of it?

Its been nearly two months that I am trying to figure out what is that makes me happy, why has it suddenly become so elusive? Its quite scary since the feeling has been increasing of late and even though I feel i dont know that makes me happy I seem to be content. But, there is something thats not usual, still trying to figure out.