May you always remember this, dear soul—

[Luna Arjuna]

May you always remember this, dear soul—

You are the hush of a petal

and the brave courage of a blossom

pushing through frost-touched earth.

Tender enough to feel everything,

strong enough to survive it all.

Through long winters of the heart

and nights that felt endless,

you kept reaching for morning.

Even when hope was only a whisper,

you learned how to listen for light.

Your spirit carries the colours of rain after storms,

a quiet rainbow stitched into your aura,

proof that beauty is born from weathering.

Grief did not erase you.

Hardship did not harden you.

They shaped you into someone gentler, wiser,

more compassionate than before.

You learned how to bend with the winds of change

without losing the roots of who you are.

And in the dark places where you once trembled,

you discovered how to become a lantern for others—

offering warmth, understanding, and a way forward.

So if no one has ever paused long enough to say it,

let these words be that pause:

You matter.

Your becoming matters.

And this world is brighter

because you are still here,

still blooming,

still choosing love.    Mitra