My new year wish.

It's all I really ask for.

As the final seconds of the year slip away like water through my fingers, one wish lingers in my heart — a simple wish, yet one that carries the weight of all that I am. In the quiet stillness of the night, when the world around me seems to pause, I find myself whispering a wish to God: May I be happy.

It sounds so small, doesn’t it? Just two words, a fleeting thought. But, when I strip away the chaos of life, the noise that fills every corner of my existence, I realize that beneath it all, happiness is the thing I search for most, the thing that seems the hardest to grasp.

This year, I don't wish for grand achievements or flawless moments. I don’t seek perfection in every step I take, every trail I track, or every path I make. No, my wish is simpler than that — a wish for the quiet, profound joy that comes not from things or status, but from simply being. To feel alive in the most authentic way, to recognize beauty in the smallest moments, to breathe without the weight of the world pressing on my chest, without my heart threatening to fall out.

I wish for happiness to find me in the mornings when the sun peeks over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of hope and possibility. I wish for it to greet me in the laughter of friends, in the warmth of a hug, and in the contentment of a quiet evening spent doing nothing at all.

I wish to learn the art of peace, to let go of the expectations and pressures that often weigh heavy on my heart. To be at peace with who I am, where I am, and the journey I’ve walked so far. To know that I am enough, even in my imperfections.

And above all, I wish to remember that happiness is not a destination, but a companion on the road — it may not always walk beside me, but if I’m quiet enough, I’ll catch glimpses of it in the way the wind dances through the trees, in the way my heart skips a beat when I discover something beautiful in the world.

So, here’s my wish for this new year — not for success, not for fame, not for wealth — but for a soul that is at peace, a heart that is full, and a mind that knows how to rest. For the kind of happiness that doesn’t shout, but whispers gently in the moments between the chaos, in the soft spaces where the world’s noise fades and we are left with the raw beauty of simply being.

May we all find it — that quiet, tender happiness — and hold it close. May it be our guide through this new year and every year that follows.

Happy New Year, to us all.