Christmas.

The evening without a scale.

"Kindness does not show who we are — but who we could be."

That evening, everyone complained about the same thing.

There is not enough time.

There are many worries.

It was a tiring year.

People in the store were impatient.

Everyone was in a hurry on the road.

Everyone at home would have expected something different from the other.

And yet: it was Christmas.

A man at the checkout noticed that the woman in front of him could not find her wallet.

He apologized with a flushed face.

The line sighed.

The man said nothing.

He took out his bank card and paid for the package.

Not out of heroism.

Not out of attention.

Just because he was there.

On the way home, he wondered if he had done the right thing.

It didn't make him a better person.

It didn't make him more.

It just didn't make him less.

In another house, a woman was struggling with whether to call the person she had had a fight with a long time ago.

She was right.

She knew that.

But Christmas didn't ask her who was right.

She picked up the phone.

It wasn't an apology.

It wasn't an explanation.

Just one sentence:

- I was thinking of you.

She hung up.

She didn't know what would become of it.

But her heart felt lighter.

In a third apartment, a young man was sitting alone.

He wasn't a bad person.

He just often chose the easy way out.

He told himself, "that's the way the world is."

That night, however, she turned off the TV and remained silent.

She didn't decide anything.

She didn't promise change.

She just let him pay attention to himself first.

And perhaps that was what they all had in common: they didn't weigh things up.

They didn't calculate.

They didn't ask if it was worth it.

Because goodness isn't a matter of decision.

But it is a state.

A good person is not good because they are perfect.

But because they do not close their hearts when there is reason to.

A selfless person does not give everything.

Only what is needed at the moment.

And inner balance is not born from everything being okay, but from knowing that one can remain okay even when it is not.

The world did not become better on Christmas Eve.

Problems were not solved.

Differences did not disappear.

But somewhere, in someone, the inner noise became a little quieter.

And maybe this whole holiday is just that: an opportunity.

Not obligatory.

Not loud.

Not spectacular.

It is just there, asking quietly:

"If you were like this now — what kind of person would you be tomorrow?"

The answer does not have to be said.

It is enough if once... one tries to live as if one already knows.

You do not have to become a different person from tomorrow.

You don't have to make big decisions.

You don't have to start everything over.

It's enough to stop once in a while and not choose the easy path, but the one that brings you closer to yourself.

Kindness is not an expectation.

Selflessness is not a sacrifice.

Inner balance is not a reward.

All three are there within us — we just need silence sometimes to hear them.

Christmas doesn't bring solutions.

Only opportunities.

And what we do with it... is no longer the holiday's business, but ours.

"I wish you a blessed, peaceful Christmas."

"Amen"