It is also a time to reflect and inquire: 
 
To whom do I give thanks? 
What am I living for?
For whom am I living? 
What do I fight for?
What do I discriminate for? 
Who do I love for? 
When the source of the voice is the same, who am I talking to? 

Are You Looking for Me?

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.

My shoulder is against yours.
you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding
around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables.

When you really look for me, you will see me instantly --
you will find me in the tiniest house of time.
- Kabir