今年，我希望你能让它发生

This year has been heavy, hasn’t it?

I know how hard the world has been on you. I know how the world has demanded too much of you, asking you to be strong when you had nothing left to give. I know how unfair it feels, how tiring it is to wake up and face another day when yesterday’s battles are still clinging to your skin.

I know you’ve tried to hold it together, to pretend that you’re always strong and capable. I know about the times you didn’t cry because you were afraid the tears would never stop, and the times you did, only to feel emptier afterward.

I know how it feels to carry burdens that aren’t even yours to bear, to give and give until there’s nothing left for yourself. I know about the heartbreaks that still linger inside you, the words left unsaid, and the moments you wish you could relive, to feel them again.

You are valid for hating this world.

And yet, here you are — still standing, still breathing, even when every step feels heavier than the last. You made it out alive. No, don’t think that you’ve lost it all, because you’re here, at the very last day of the year.

I know how your hands tremble as they hold on to the pieces you’re too afraid to let go of, and I can see it — the exhaustion, the fight, the hope buried deep within you for holding on so tightly for so long.

I just hope that this coming year, you’ll let it happen.

Let it go. Let it hurt. Let it heal. Let it happen.

Let the pain you’ve been holding on to for so long find its way to leave. Let the wounds and the bruises finally heal, not because you’ve forgotten, but because you’ve allowed yourself to move forward. Let the joy you’ve been too scared to reach for touch you.

Let the door open for the people who want to leave, no matter how much it hurts to watch them go. Let them take what they need and leave behind what they can. And when the time comes, let that same door open wide for the people who are meant to find you, for the people who will see you in ways you’ve never dared to see yourself.

Let yourself stumble, too. Let the missteps and the mistakes remind you that you’re human, that perfection was never the goal. Let the lessons find their way into the cracks, softening the edges of the things you once thought would break you.

Let love come and go as it pleases. Don’t chase it. Let it be what it needs to be. Hold it gently, knowing that it doesn’t need to stay to be real. And when it slips away, let it go without chasing, trusting that what’s meant to remain will always find its way.

Let yourself be — not everything, not all at once, but exactly enough, exactly as you are, right here, right now.

And as the new year knocks softly at your door, don’t rush to meet it. Let it find you exactly as you are, not with expectations, but with open arms, ready to embrace whatever comes next.

Let the year be what it will be, and let yourself be who you need to become.

Originally published on medium.

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