To myself, and to the me who didn't give up along the way.

As life has unfolded, I've come to slowly understand: You don't need someone to accompany you on every path, And you don't need to explain every grievance to others. Some hardships, you have to endure yourself; Some exhaustion, you have to overcome yourself; Some feelings, only you yourself understand best. But precisely because I've been through these things, I cherish the current me even more. No longer will I compromise myself to please someone. No longer will I get caught in a cycle of self-torment over someone else's words. Not rushing to prove myself, nor rushing to compare. I'll simply live my life well, shaping it into a form I love. Slowly walking, tasting the bitterness and sweetness alone, waiting for the flowers to bloom. The flowers don't need to rush to bloom, And life doesn't need to rush to account for itself to anyone. As long as today's me, Is a little more loving towards myself, a little freer, a little happier than yesterday, That is the best growth. In the days to come, May our eyes hold light, our hearts hold love, And may we always retain the courage to choose our own lives. Cheers to the years, and cheers to myself.