Dear December: A Chapter of Hope and Reflection
You arrive as the final chapter of this year's story, dear December, carrying with you the weight of all that has been—the triumphs that lit up my days, the joys that felt like fireworks, and yes, the regrets that lingered like shadows. Living in a city far from home, I’ve come to see each month as a character in the story of my life. Some months were kind, others relentless, but none bore the weight of reflection as you do. This year has been a complex canvas—messy, vibrant, and profoundly mine. It wasn’t perfect, but perfection was never the goal. Instead, it was about living—truly living—and that meant embracing the highs and the lows. Mistakes were made, some too glaring to ignore. Yet, they taught me lessons I wouldn’t trade for anything. Milestones were reached, some after relentless effort, others by sheer luck, but each one was a reminder of growth. Memories were etched into my soul—some warm like the glow of a fireplace, others cold like the bite of winter wind. And now, D...