Fortunate Life

Sometimes life teaches us its deepest lessons not in thunderous moments, but in quiet ones — when we find ourselves alone with our thoughts, sipping tea, scrolling through memories, or simply noticing the way the sky shifts toward dusk. As this year comes to a close, more often than not I find myself looking back, not with pressure, but with curiosity. I’m curious about what this year taught me. What it gave me. What it asked of me. What I surrendered. And what I fought for. I think we all know, deep down, that we can’t change the past. Regret comes not from what happened, but from how we responded to it and whether we treated ourselves with enough love, patience, and honesty. That’s what I’m learning now — that regret is not a punishment from life, but a teacher if we’re willing to listen. So as I prepare to release 2025, I don’t want to do it with regret. Instead, I want to let go with gratitude, learning, and intention. 1. Accept That Every Experience Was a Lesson First, let y...

Today felt like one long lesson in acceptance. Not the dramatic kind, not the painful kind, but the quiet, subtle kind that happens in the background of an ordinary day. The kind that whispers instead of demands. The kind that slowly reshapes the way you see yourself and the world. I have always struggled with acceptance, even if I do not admit it out loud. I grew up believing that if I tried hard enough, if I cared enough, if I loved enough, if I held on tightly enough, life would meet me halfway. People would stay. Situations would work out. Things would go the way I imagined. But life has a softness and a wildness of its own. It moves differently than my expectations. It bends, shifts, surprises, disappoints, and heals in its own timing. And acceptance means choosing to stop fighting that. This morning, while I was getting ready, I suddenly felt that old familiar heaviness in my chest. A quiet resistance. My mind wanted things to be different. I wanted someone to behave different...

  “Life will always ask for courage — in love, in growth, in letting go. The question is not whether it’s hard, but which kind of hard will lead you closer to peace.” I came across something today that says,  “Choose your hard.” At first, it sounded simple — but the more I thought about it, the more I realized how true it is for me. Life will always have its share of difficult choices. There’s no truly “easy” path, only the one that shapes me better. Opening up is hard. It takes courage to let someone see the parts of me I usually keep hidden. But keeping everything inside — letting my feelings sit heavy in my chest — that’s even harder. Silence may seem peaceful, but it can also be the loudest kind of pain. Letting go is hard. It feels like peeling away a part of myself that I’ve grown attached to. Yet holding on to someone or to something that's not meant for me… that’s a slow kind of breaking, one that wears me down little by little. Being honest about my feelings is hard. ...