Hello 2026

and goodbye 2025

If I had to summarise 2025 in one word, I wouldn’t be able to do it. It was a plethora of feelings. The grief co-existing with the joy. Courage with fear. Nostalgia with anticipation. But isn’t that how it actually is mostly? Nuanced and interlaced with the natural human experience.

A good thing is I don’t tend to remember things easily. Maybe that can also be a bad thing. But for the most part I choose to see it as a blessing. At least I didn’t lose my sanity like I did in 2022 or 2014. So yea, I’m grateful for it all. For continued breath in my lungs, roof over my head, food in my fridge, running hot water and dreams to work towards.

I saw the lake today and it was frozen. Seagulls, ducks and pigeons were nudging their way in between, cramped and cosy on the little body of flowing water left of the river. The water was shimmering in the sunlight.

Last week, I left Paris for around three days. I got to visit Lille, Brussels and Leuven. The last city has a very special place in my heart for it was there that I felt synchronicities started taking place back when I visited it in 2019. It showed me that nothing can remain in the dark for long, the truth always comes to light. Everything done in the dark is exposed one day, sooner or later. Nothing that is meant for you will escape you; it will always manage to find you despite the time, circumstances or obstacles. And I also crossed paths with a very special soul over there. Touchwood.

My view while writing. A while ago, the page was blank but I’m finding my footing slowly.

By the way, that unfinished painting on the left was one of my bigger art projects of 2025. I haven’t finished it yet but I’m so excited about all my projects and this new year. I hope it is kind to all those who deserve it. As for the rest, I hope karma k realise that belief in it is akin to hope for me. To know that someone got away with what they did to you never sits right with me. To think that I myself have to be karma for those who wronged me intentionally is a thought that often crosses my mind though. But I always try not to act on it. I know God would want me to have a clear conscience so yea. Something has got to balance the scales, no?

Thankfully, I’m in a better space with the advent of this new year. There’s a change in the air. There’s lingering grief from the previous hard years as well. But it is what it is. And most of all, what I feel there is more of this year, is substantial and grounding hope. Not the whimsy escapist type. But that grounded in truth and the promise of better days ahead.

Happy New Year everyone!