Soft Light, Fragile Hearts


If you open my heart, you won’t find softness right away.

You’ll find shattered pieces of glass—sharp, uneven, scattered in places I never learned how to clean up. If you reach in too quickly, your hands will bleed. Not because I wanted to hurt you, but because there are wounds in me that were never given the time to heal.

I carry a lot of unhealed things. Some I recognize. Some I’ve learned to live around. Some I pretend don’t exist until they ache unexpectedly. They’ve shaped the way I love, the way I trust, the way I hold on.

And maybe Christmas has a way of making all of this louder.

It slows the world just enough for feelings to surface. The lights are softer, the nights are quieter, and suddenly there’s space to notice what’s still tender. In a season meant for warmth and celebration, I’m reminded of how fragile the heart can be—and how carefully it needs to be held.

So if there’s one message I want to tell myself this Christmas, it’s this:

Don’t take everything too seriously.

Not every moment needs to be analyzed. Not every silence needs meaning. Not every mistake needs to become a life lesson. Learn how to pause before turning everything into weight.

Learn balance.

Don’t hold on to things too tightly—you’ll only hurt yourself when they break in your hands. But don’t hold so loosely that everything slips away before you even realize it mattered. There is a middle ground, even if it takes time to find it.

Let people be who they are.

Not everyone will show up the way you hope they will. Not everyone will handle things gently. Learn to stop taking other people’s behavior personally. What they do often says more about where they are than about who you are.

Protect your inner peace.

You don’t have to absorb every reaction, every mood, every disappointment. You are allowed to step back. You are allowed to choose calm over chaos, distance over damage. Your peace deserves guarding—especially in a season that asks us to gather, reflect, and feel deeply.

And finally—learn how to have fun.

Christmas reminds me that joy doesn’t have to be loud or perfect. Sometimes it’s found in small lights, familiar songs, shared laughter, or quiet moments of rest. Learn how to laugh without overthinking it. Learn how to enjoy moments without bracing for their ending.

Healing doesn’t always mean fixing every broken piece. Sometimes it means learning how to live gently around them. Sometimes it means choosing joy even when parts of you are still hurting.

So this is my quiet Christmas promise to myself:
To loosen my grip.
To soften my seriousness.
To let people be who they are.
And to protect my inner peace.

I don’t need to be harder to survive.
I need to be lighter—to live, to love, and to receive the season as it comes.




Merry Christmas, to you.

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