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2025 Won’t Be Different If You Don’t Change Now
The truth that woke me up after years of living on autopilot
December is that strange month when we believe in magic. Not the kind with Christmas elves, but the even more fantastical magic of believing that turning a calendar page will magically transform our lives.
As if 2025 would bring with it an instruction manual for happiness that 2024 forgot to deliver.
Anxiety about the future is just fear disguised as prudence. We postpone crucial decisions, masking cowardice as “strategic planning.” We wait for the perfect moment while real life — the one that really matters — happens now, without filters, without rehearsals, without guarantees.
Regret has a sound. It’s the silence when you’re alone with your thoughts, when the day’s distractions fade away and you’re face to face with the choices you didn’t make, the risks you didn’t take, the life you postponed living.
The danger isn’t in failing — it’s in accepting mediocrity as destiny. It’s in transforming “it is what it is” into a perpetual sentence that condemns you to a life of “what if…” True failure isn’t falling — it’s convincing yourself that the ground is where you belong.
