Time moves on, softly yet relentlessly,
carrying our days away without asking.
Like the years before it, this one was not gentle.
It came with storms of emotion, quiet breakdowns,
and nights where my eyes held more tears than dreams,
where I fell asleep with a heart far heavier than silence.
Still, not all of it was sorrow.
Some moments chose to stay,
turning into memories that taught me how to smile again,
how to laugh without fear,
how to grow through the very things that tried to break me.
This year did not only hurt me,
it shaped me with unseen hands.
It whispered lessons about patience, resilience,
and the strange way light learns to live beside pain.
So I make this wish with an honest heart:
may the coming year arrive carrying kindness,
soft mornings, and hopeful endings.
Not only for me,
but for every soul walking beside me.
May tears become lighter,
and may every heart find its own quiet light.