Beautiful things don’t ask for attention

Nobel Peace Prize

Beauty does not rest in eyes or skin, nor in the mirror’s fleeting grin. It wakes where unseen mercies start, in patient hands, in a generous heart. It moves in moments soft and small a hand that lifts before we fall, a steady voice that meets our fear, a listening soul that chooses near. It lives in pauses, calm and kind, in grace that asks for none to shine, in love that gives without a claim and leaves no need to sign its name. True beauty never begs or cries, it glows in how you live your life. It follows where your goodness flows, and blooms in ways the whole world knows.

Strength is not the hunger to prevail, nor salting wounds so others fail. It is a voice that softens space, that meets your fear and leaves you grace. Small hearts climb by pushing down, borrowing height from another’s crown. But rooted souls don’t race or prove— they build the path so all may move. True power travels light and slow, no need for banners, flags, or show. It turns the night a shade more kind, by seeing pain we try to hide. It knows the cost of quiet tears, the weight we carry year to year, and breaks the chains not through command, but by an open, steady hand.

dark and bold

I place myself where daylight stays, where quiet strength outshines the haze. I guard my heart, I clear my ground, no borrowed noise, no needless sound. The world may tug, may beg, may bend, but I answer only what I am. I tend my dreams with patient hands, I stitch my wounds with wiser plans. I dance with dawn, I weather rain, I turn my scars to sacred gain. No guilt for space my spirit claims, for love I shape, for chosen flames. This year is mine—my breath, my tone, my steady rise, my standing stone. I bend, not break; I learn, I grow, I trust the path I choose to go. My soul grows brave, my heart runs free, I live this life deliberately. With purpose sharp and vision true, I walk aligned with all I knew. I am my promise, kept in sight this life, this self, this earned light.

A little grief for what’s gone. A little gratitude for what stayed. And big hope for whatever’s next.

Happy new year, 2026

We leave doors open for people Who will never knock again. Stubborn human heart, Living for maybes and what ifs. Hoping, until the day it dies.

May the new year open into light, a dawn that softens every night. May joy take root where shadows end, and quiet strength our footsteps send. May purpose guide each patient hand, and dreams find soil in every land. May love stay near—both deep and true restoring hearts, both worn and new. May wealth bring ease, not hollow fire, enough to rest, enough to aspire. May health run clear through nights and days, like tireless rivers finding ways. Let kindness cross from shore to shore, let lifted hearts ask less for more. A year for all of us to rise, beneath wide, clear, unburdened skies.