Next year, you can be everything.
Everything you never wanted to be, everything you hoped to become, everything you never thought possible either because it sounded too good or sounded too painful. You can be everything.
Because you are here. You are alive. And that is enough.
It’s good to have goals. It’s good to go after what you want. It’s good to dream.
But if you end up somewhere different. If you end up someone different.
You are still lovable.
You are still valuable.
You are still important.
You are enough.
This has never been in question and never will be.