A single old photograph made me think about how short life really is — how a five-year-old boy in a picture once dreamed of a future he never got to finish. Lately, death has been on my mind, not in fear, but in quiet acceptance. This is a reflection on loss, impermanence, and learning to sit with difficult thoughts while still choosing to continue living.

Life isn’t easy, and most days all we can do is push through with faith. As I reflect on 2025, I realise that while I didn’t get everything I wanted, I received the things I needed — including a prayer answered in the most unexpected way.

Lately, I’ve realised that being alone has become a quiet kind of luxury — something I didn’t know I needed until life got overwhelming. I may not reach out as often now, but it isn’t distance or disengagement; it’s me learning to listen to myself while still keeping space open for the people I love.

As 2025 comes to an end, I find myself reflecting on a year that wasn’t exactly kind to me. From financial struggles to an unexpected return of my anxiety and depression, this year tested me in ways I never saw coming. But even in the chaos, I’m learning to stay grounded, surrounded by people who keep me steady. With 2026 just around the corner, I’m holding onto hope — one small step at a time.