This year slipped away like sand through our fingers, leaving behind a bittersweet ache. It’s hard not to feel the weight of it—how quickly the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and now, here we are, looking back on it all. There’s something deeply unsettling about how time seems to vanish when you’re not looking, taking with it moments we’ll never get back.
There were plans we didn’t fulfill, people we drifted away from, words we left unsaid. There were days we rushed through, thinking there would always be more time—time to fix things, time to rest, time to just be. But the truth is, the year moved on, whether we were ready or not. And now, it’s gone.
Maybe that’s what makes it feel so heavy—the moments we lost, the ones we didn’t even realize were important until they were memories. The quiet nights when we felt alone, the days we carried burdens we thought might break us, and the fleeting joys we didn’t fully appreciate until they were out of reach.
But within the sadness, there’s something tender, too. This year, in all its imperfections, was still ours. It held our struggles, our resilience, and our small, quiet victories. And even though it’s gone, it left its mark on us, shaping us in ways we may not understand just yet.
So as we say goodbye to this year, let yourself grieve for the time that slipped away. Let yourself feel the sadness of its passing. But also remember: even the hardest years carry lessons, and even the fleeting moments leave behind something eternal.
