In Odyssey to 2024 and in Welcoming of 2025

Dear 2024,

I will miss you. I admit I took you for granted—the securities and opportunities you'd offered, the friendships and associationships you'd gifted, the love I'd finally fallen into. And now, at your end, I truly appreciate you.

It had been hard times, but overall, you've been good to me. And now, as I face the uncertainties of 2025—the possible losses and unsure opportunities—I find fear grieve me, as well as the urge to go back in time.

And then I hear you whisper ever so gently: trust my posterity.

And so it is with this that I ask:

2025, be gentle to me. Be fruitful for me. Be patient with me. Do not desert me. Be hopeful in joy and new findings. Show me the world in all its timeless beauties. Let fading acquaintances be laden with future reunions, not final goodbyes. Let my love grow, as I do.

And I hope that we find each other, just as in the beginning of this letter.

Dear 2025.