New Years Eve

Wishing for a better year

New Year’s Eve

New Year’s Eve
isn’t always glitter and countdowns,
sometimes it’s just you
and the quiet hum of surviving.

It smells like cold air and old memories,
like every promise you meant
but couldn’t keep—
not because you didn’t try,
but because life kept moving the finish line.

The world shouts cheers and fresh starts,
while you’re over here
counting losses instead of seconds,
wondering how another year learned your name
so well.

Midnight doesn’t fix anything.
It just arrives—
soft or loud—
dragging yesterday behind it
like a shadow that refuses to stay put.

Still…
there’s something brave about standing here,
bruised, breathing,
watching the clock turn
even when your heart isn’t ready.

So here’s to the ones who made it anyway.
Not healed.
Not whole.
Just here.

And maybe that’s enough
to let the year begin. ✨