Today, I will talk about time. About this unusual concept that we all know, but each of us feels differently. About the years that pass, about the dates we give meaning to, and about the question of whether the transition from one year to another really changes anything.
For me, time is not a straight line. It is not a clock ticking, nor a calendar turning its pages. Time is a feeling. Sometimes it flows quickly, other times it almost stops. Sometimes a year passes in an instant, other times a single moment stretches into eternity.
When the end of the year comes, I don't necessarily feel a break. There is no magic at midnight, I don't become a new person just because the number changes. More than that, I feel a gentle transition. A continuation. A flow. As if life itself is saying, "Let's move on, slowly, at your pace."
For me, the transition from one year to the next is not a fresh start. It is more of a reminder to look back and see where I have been, what I have felt, what has shaped me. And at the same time, to look ahead without pressure, without promises, without the need to prove anything.
Time has taught me that growth is not tied to dates. That changes come when we are ready for them, not when the calendar demands it. And that it's perfectly okay if the new year doesn't mean a new goal, but just a new chapter in the same story.
For me, time is not the enemy. It is space. A space in which I mature, learn, rest, fall, and get back up again. And if anything really counts, it's not the year, but the moments when I was truly present.
Perhaps this is my truth about time: that it doesn't measure success, but experience. It doesn't measure speed, but depth. And that it's enough just to be here, now, in this moment.
Hugs,
Eva
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