Happy new year to my sunshines,
to those who read between the lines,
to my tulips who bloom even after harsh seasons.
May this new year be gentle with you.
Not loud with miracles,
not demanding constant strength,
but kind enough to let you rest
without guilt.
May you learn that healing
does not always look like happiness,
sometimes it looks like choosing to stay,
like breathing through another day,
like carrying your scars
without turning them into shame.
If last year taught you loss,
let this one teach you softness.
If you were overlooked,
may you finally see yourself.
If you loved quietly,
may you never regret the depth of your heart.
And if you find yourself growing slowly, quietly,
without applause or proof,
trust that even tulips bloom underground first.
This year,
choose honesty over perfection,
peace over proving,
and kindness, especially toward yourself.
I hope you survive beautifully.
-Preya Patel
