One Year after Another…

…we are in a constant quest to feel good, and even to feel better than good — to feel amazing, which is our birthright.

We deserve joy, pleasure, health, to be recognised, respected, loved… self-love, self-compassion, self-confidence… we deserve it all…

We are just pure creatures coming into this world one day, maybe not equipped to handle life events?In the same way that when we come into this world we need our caregivers until we are able to navigate life in a smooth manner — and it takes years — we also need years to mature into “Human Beings” after trying to be “Human Doings”…

We have different births and rebirths which allow us to resettle, to recalibrate, and to continue.

So we need each other always… Who told us that we have to go into this world alone, that we have to strive alone, that we even die alone? That’s a complete lie — nonsense, a wrong understanding. We are a species that grows in community, that needs each other for big things but also for very petty ones…

And so what?

So what if I cannot make it alone?

So what if I will learn all my life until I die?

So what if, after my caregivers helped me take my first take-off, I still need guidance and support?

So this 2026 will be another year — to explore myself, to unwind a bit more of what is, to remind myself again that I have it all… 2026, will be another year for me to understand that it just takes time and that I need to sit down long enough and listen one more year to what is flowing inside me…

One year after another, because this is where I find pleasure — not having it all at once… Because then, really, so what? When I get it all too fast, how can I appreciate myself? How can even I understand that I am deserving of it all, and that I am enough for it?

I will learn again to be patient, to integrate, to anchor the information so that, like one brick after another, I will be able to continue to build my personal holy temple…

I am my own perfect imperfection, and it still feels weird to say that I am perfect… Having linked it with imperfection reassures me that I am not being too presumptuous…

And who do I think I am to even doubt that I wasn’t made perfect?

Happy 2026