By Roshan Jayasinghe
We are at the edge of another named moment. One circle has completed. Another begins.
A year is not a mood. It is not a slogan. It is not a promise. A year is the earth doing what it has always done.
It turns and gives us day and night. It circles the sun and gives us seasons. That full return is what we call a year.
We name it. We measure it. We celebrate it. But the turning itself does not depend on us.
It happens inside an infinite universe that keeps moving whether we are wise or confused, calm or distracted, loving or lost.
So here we are again. Another turning completed. Still breathing.
The Fact of Nature
Whatever this year held for you, this much is true:
Nature carried life forward.
Food grew. Water moved. Air renewed. Bodies healed where they could. Children grew. Trees returned. Life continued in thousands of quiet ways we rarely stop to notice.
But nature also did what nature does.
It cleared.
Sickness came for some. Loss came for some. Storms, accidents, endings, and unexpected changes arrived. Conflict happened between people, within families, even in the animal world.
This is not a mistake in the universe. This is part of the design.
Nature creates, and nature clears. Nature gives, and nature takes.
We do not control most of it.
What We Actually Control
Most of life is out of our hands.
We do not control the turning of nature, the timing of events, the ending of things, the choices of other people, or the unpredictable collisions that come with being alive.
What we do control is small, but it is the part that matters: our attention, our interpretation, our response, our actions, our restraint, our honesty, and our willingness to repair.
Knowing what is not ours to control and what is ours to meet creates a particular kind of peace. Not because life becomes easy, but because we stop wasting our mind fighting what cannot be held. And that gives the human being its own solitude: the quiet strength of seeing clearly.
And that clarity matters, because much of our suffering is not only what happened. It is what the mind adds afterwards.
The replaying. The blaming. The harsh labels. The fear that hardens into certainty. The urge to control what cannot be controlled.
A Small Return
This moment is still here.
Breath moving in and out. The body speaking in simple signals. Sound arriving and passing. Light shifting across a room.
This is being. Not philosophy. Not performance. Just the fact of existence before commentary.
The Clean Reminder
If there is one thing worth remembering as 2026 begins, it is this:
A thought is not reality. It is a sentence in the mind.
Reality is the moment itself, before the sentence.
Breath. Body. Sound. Light.
And when we return to that, even briefly, we soften. We become steadier. We become more human.
From that steadier place, we treat each other differently.
We listen more. We react less. We speak with more care. We repair when we have caused harm. We stop using being right as a weapon.
That is the kind of progress that actually changes a life, and quietly changes a world.
A Wish for the Next Turning
So my wish for 2026 is simple, and it is for all of us:
May we live closer to what is real. May we hold each other with more dignity. May we meet nature, in its goodness and its clearing, with humility and a steadier mind.
As 2026 begins, the world will continue as it always does.
Events will move fast. People will speak strongly. Opinions will rise quickly. And our minds will try to keep up by becoming certain.
But certainty is not the same as truth.
The mind rushes to label, judge, defend, fear, and cling. And when we live inside that rush, we lose steadiness.
That is why returning to what is real is not a luxury. It is sanity.
And when life pulls us into fear and reaction, as it sometimes will, may we remember the easiest return:
One breath. One sensation. One moment without adding a story.
Happy New Year 2026!
Author’s Note
Writing for the Morning Telegraph has been a quiet practice for me. Through writing, I have found more clarity about consciousness, about thought, and about the solitude that comes from simply knowing what I am.
It has reminded me of something basic and grounding: each of us carries an inherent capacity to function as a human being in our natural entirety. To see clearly. To feel without being ruled. To act with dignity. To return to what is real.
These essays have guided me toward that fulfilled understanding.
And as this new turning begins, I wish you your own clarity, and your own honest understanding of what your thoughts create, what they distort, and what remains true beneath them.
About the Author
Roshan Jayasinghe is a humanist thinker and emerging writer based in California. With a background in administration and a deep passion for social equity, he explores the intersections of politics, identity, and compassion through a lens grounded in nature’s own self-correcting wisdom.
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Roshan! I love this journaling of yours. It’s a fantastic thoughts and your passions. I want to learn more. Thank you for sharing this. I needed this today as I woke up in a funk as I’ve been sick off and on for 2 1/2 months. My allergy shots are getting more intense which might be causing all this. But much better mood and even better after reading this fantastic article by you. Love ya Lisa.