Dear quarter century,
I write to you not because you were easy,
nor because I didn’t meet days that made me question why.
Dear quarter century, it is with immense pleasure I stand in a quiet night…
breathing in fresh air,
amidst sleeping flowers that bear witness
to the silent battles you and I fought.
Days when giving up almost felt like an option.
Moments when you held me in a chokehold
so tight I nearly cried.
Yet through it all, I’ve realized something simple and profound:
in the last half-decade, you became the year that gifted me stability,
deep reflection,
and perhaps—just a little—inner peace.
I laughed.
I loved.
I probably even hated parts of the over 300 days we shared.
But as I now dance to the soft hymns of nostalgia,
I see clearly that the pain was only preparation
for what lies ahead.
As your final days unfold,
I look toward the horizon,
and I’m certain it’s filled with greatness beyond bounds.
Swaying my hips into days where I no longer feel empty; but strengthened.
A future where your brothers and I meet not in chaos,
but in quiet moments of relief.
And maybe, just maybe,
I’ll look back and say,
Weh.
What a year 2025 was.
—Bellah
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 5:47 AM UTC
Dear quarter century,
I write to you not because you were easy,
nor because I didn’t meet days that made me question why.
Dear quarter century, it is with immense pleasure I stand in a quiet night…
breathing in fresh air,
amidst sleeping flowers that bear witness
to the silent battles you and I fought.
Days when giving up almost felt like an option.
Moments when you held me in a chokehold
so tight I nearly cried.
Yet through it all, I’ve realized something simple and profound:
in the last half-decade, you became the year that gifted me stability,
deep reflection,
and perhaps—just a little—inner peace.
I laughed.
I loved.
I probably even hated parts of the over 300 days we shared.
But as I now dance to the soft hymns of nostalgia,
I see clearly that the pain was only preparation
for what lies ahead.
As your final days unfold,
I look toward the horizon,
and I’m certain it’s filled with greatness beyond bounds.
Swaying my hips into days where I no longer feel empty; but strengthened.
A future where your brothers and I meet not in chaos,
but in quiet moments of relief.
And maybe, just maybe,
I’ll look back and say,
Weh.
What a year 2025 was.
—Bellah
Cheers to the days that made us better.
