Clarity is not harsh. It is simply honest. The world often confuses softness with blindness, as if gentleness means pretending not to notice what is broken. But the truth is quieter than that—deeper than that. The soul can be soft and discerning at the same time. Winter is the season that teaches this balance. When the world grows loud with forced joy, you begin to feel the distance between performance and reality. Something inside you shifts, refusing to pretend any longer.