I Am Made of You, Too
We carry small fragments of the people we meet. Maybe it’s a habit of theirs, the way they say certain words, without even realizing it, we carry them with us. Regardless of whether we stay in touch or part ways, a small part of them remains. Most of the time, we don’t even notice. If I were to look closely at myself to see which parts of me carry them, it would take time. Today, I am taking that time. I am sitting down to write, to remember the people with whom I once shared a common space. I thought of writing a 2025 recap, but I think this is a better way to remember the people who mattered, or simply those who contributed, knowingly or unknowingly, to who I am today. These memories don’t always hold warmth; some come with gut-wrenching pain that I endured this year. And I carried those fragments too, because at the end of the day, they also made me who I am. When I thought about writing a recap, the one thing that kept returning to me was people . The most significant thing I ...
