09/01/2024
〰️ The year of 2021 was about to end. The worst year of my life to this date (better add this, as it can always get worse). I could barely believe I had survived the emotional catastrophe I found myself in. Grieving. Saying goodbye to 2021 was hard. Dates force us to look back and put everything into perspective. January was also about to start: the month where it all happened, the month that changed everything. A new year’s celebration full of magic, and plans, that turned into a tragedy, a nightmare, an everyday agony. January scares me. I’ve never stepped into them the same way. They reopen the wound (even though the wound isn’t healed yet). They turn into living flesh. They remind me of how fragile life is and that, when we least expect it, things can change wildly in ways we never imagined. That we should all be more grateful for everything we have — the little things, a privilege to experience —, complaining less, with less anger, recognising and treasuring more the time we have, that can so suddenly end. Watching this wonderful, absolutely magical sunset, having so present that being able to do so was a privilege, was extremely emotional. That, and also being able to welcome another year ahead. Unfortunately, it’s not for everyone. It’s only for those who are still here. Let’s appreciate that. 💜
// Laura