If We Remember Love, Every Day Can Be Christmas

We do not lack words for love.
What we lack is time to live it.

In the rush of everyday life, we forget the most important thing:
that love is not an event, but an attitude.
Toward ourselves.
Toward others.
Toward life itself.
And Christmas simply reminds us of that.

A person does not come into this world to learn the art of war, but to understand the need for love.
And no, it is not only between two people.
It begins within.

Sometimes life leaves us alone exactly when it hurts the most.
With no hand to hold.
No voice to say, “It will pass.”

And then you realize something essential:
salvation does not come from the outside.
It is born in the way you treat yourself.

In those moments, you learn how to stand on your own, firmly grounded, without illusions, without expectations.
Broken, yet honest.
Tired, yet awake.

And it is precisely then that you become ready for love.
Not loud.
Not performative.
But real.

Love for yourself.
Love for the person beside you.
Love for those who carry their battles quietly.
Love as humanity.
As presence.
As sharing.

Because love is not a storm that sweeps you away.
It does not seek to impress.
It remains.

Love is home,  a place where you can be real without proving anything, without wearing armor.

In our rushed daily lives, we often forget this.
We become closed.
Exhausted.
Separated from one another.

I don’t want love to appear only on holidays.
I don’t want humanity to be seasonal.
And I don’t want us to wait for Christmas to remember who we are.

I want every day to be Christmas.
In the way we speak.
In the way we listen.
In the way we treat ourselves and others.

No grand gestures.
No noise.
Just a little more warmth, silence, and presence.

If we live this way every day,
we won’t need special dates
to remember how to be human.

No filters.
Just life.