What did you receive for presents during Christmas?

What was hiding inside of them? Lessons repackaged, gifted to you all throughout the years? 
Did those lessons left you feeling disappointed? Thankful? 

How does one move forward from the atrocious and venomous year that 2025 truly is. 

2025, at its core, was holding the harmony of both strength and delicateness, a perfected mix of being submerged in the deep blue ocean, yet we still see the small bubbles coming at the surface. 

Since 2+0+2+5=9, it represented the last year of a nine-year cycle for many spiritual believers of the Life path system, main themes being restructuration, completion, and letting go of burdens. 

All that to prepare us to make space to a clean canvas, one that you can paint on again, with no restraint this time, and enough moisture in the air so it dries evenly. 

To me, this year’s role was like a background character from the stage, one simple impostor, which I will choose not to consider.

The media asking you to behave as the you from 10 years ago, are implying that 2016 was a good year to all of us. It was not.

2026 holds a key component as the fresh new start. We do not have to repeat behaviors that we have since corrected, leaving them in the past. 

Growth, acting as our main fuel, visually representing the way our lives move.

We can finally feel the doors being opened, shining bright opportunities on us, starting now and forever. Old paradigms cannot be repeated, meaning that 2026 does not represent the past, and does not require us to act small about the new.

The media don’t want you to succeed, they want to keep you enslaved. 

Grow, learn, and succeed. All on your own terms, but this is a year of personal growth, no matter the Gucci, LV, or CC handbag you’ve taken alongside your journey. 

You cannot repeat your old habits this time. Like a tower moment, you will feel that it is not long-lasting, and you must now create new methods that will last your life. Shedding old skin, creating a stronger barrier, with better tools for survival and a certain success on the horizon.

You can exactly do as you please, but this is a world that asks for constant change. No matter its karmic weight, its positive or negative polarities, it feeds of a real piece of yourself. If you are insincere, it will show. 

Accept your desires as part of you, wanting to grow. Give them light and move forward because old habits are outdated, start to innovate. 

Clean your mess by asking for external input. Update your goals and your vision in your mind. Now is the perfect hidden period to perfect our strategy for success.

Keep your psyche clean, by removing any remains of rubbish out.

Now tell me, do you feel that this is a year that asks us the same answers to its questions, or to move forward even if we couldn’t complete few chapters along the book? I do believe that it’s a more personalized moment, a clarifying point forward. Not a place for judgment, but real authenticity. 

Do some shadow work, but don’t keep that within. 

Discover new states of being through traveling, since you are not suffering, but in the process of self-actualizing what’s meant to stay in your life and what is not. 

Our environment? It feeds of our worries, keeping us troubled and insecure, deepening our self-esteem issues, knitting the bond to even more toxicity.

Whatever was 2025, I want some real enthusiasm, I want my desires to be actualized in my world, and I want to be finally perfect and ready to receive my gifts, or else I’ll throw a fit! 

Setting boundaries with the external if you don’t like me, or don’t believe in me? 
Whatever made you think you were special for belittling me: write your name on the waiting list and take your hatred in patience. There are enough chairs to sit on to watch my show!

Since having joined most social media platforms, I perceived its lack of monitoring and regulations. Either through the companies, or the countries they were operating in. Which means they were either too latent, in it for the business, or were bribed.

During that period, I was constantly busy, fending for my survival anywhere. That was not the case to most of my peers. Was I jealous, envious, or wishing for the same to myself? Was I the clown of the show, like the Paperissima? 
I don’t look good in black and white movies, so don’t cast me as the next Charlie Chaplin, and certainly don’t dye my hair to accept ill-treatment like the golden Blonde.

I feel like I can only calm down the masses on stage with my voice, but when my peers sing, they deliver melodies through an ancient language that God only could comprehend. I was reciting prayers, but only them received praises.

Was it a choir or the court of judgment? Favoritism wasn’t a feeling that most teachers operated on with their students, I felt excluded by so much.

If it does exist, an opportunities room, I would find the address and knock on it. Seducing the chair board wearing only my favorite scent. But I know my fate: I would leave with hunger, a state that I know too well, powering most decisions of mine. 

Designed to keep survival between each class, running the system, exploiting the workers until their last drop of efforts. 

Humans, they tend to protest, believe in their rights, that was fought by their elders’ bloods and tears. I am not that wild.

I keep that stamina for me, and only me.

Currently in the process of developing my end scene, or exit plan, from rags to riches, I want people to write success stories about mine.

Did I leave the old me already? Or are there any remnants still?

Sending wishes to anyone wanting to better themselves and their journeys, refining their identities, ultimately finding luxury within their internal parasite programming called mediocrity.

I don’t believe in promises. Because I cannot keep them. 

I do believe however that inside the right equation that lead to a happier and joyful life, you do need to find resources, set of tools, have a talent of some kind, and imagine some ideas to get to that result. 

I want more, not that I haven’t had enough of it, but because I never tasted it in the first place. Most were comforted since birth, I never tasted the warmth from my peers, my people, not even the village. 

Even melted gold would turn solid touching my soul. 

I am so hungry and desperate for warmth! I crave love in the winter. 
For summer days I crave the hot love!

I will never understand what are the thoughts that most people form. 
Surely a mutual feeling. 

They wouldn’t understand what caused an ocean to be so moved with just a few waves, shaping the body of water each season. 

But this isn’t Grey’s Anatomy, I must call my producers because I would rather retire right after the first episode. I am not into the Fifty Shades of Humbleness. 

I want to embody in this life, a dedicated feeling of luxury, delicateness, gentleness, beautifulness, kindness. If it’s in my mind, then it surely must appear in this realm.