December

This December was totally different.

People often say January lets you dream and December shows you reality — and this year, reality hit differently. I lost and gained all at once. I realized that sometimes you find family not through blood, but through the simple truth of your existence.

My guru once told me, “Be true to your art form. It will give you everything.”

And today, as 2025 comes to an end, I can finally say — he was right.

My art, my passion, my existence… they have brought some extraordinary people into my life.

People questioned me often —

“Why do you always choose them over your own well-being?”

I never had an answer.

But when life slowed me down…

When I found myself in a moment where pain was loud and escape was impossible…

They were the ones who stayed.

Trying to make the pain feel lighter,

Trying to make me feel safe,

To remind me that I don’t have to fight alone.

Today, I know the answer —

I chose them, because they chose me first.

Not for what I do, but for who I am.

And that kind of bond… that’s the rarest kind of blessing December could ever reveal.

Here’s to endings that heal us,

To people who stay,

And to art that keeps giving life back to us… always. ✨💛