So, I intent to write a 4-type review; Fire, water, wind, and earth.
This is the first one.
As 2025 comes to an end, I find myself longing for a decade ago—when time was spent reading and writing, when thinking itself was valued as a process of learning, not something to be rushed or silenced.
Today, critical thinking feels unwelcome. Truth, when spoken aloud, is dismissed as noise—an irritating buzz. Being loud, even in honesty, is considered impolite. Civility is no longer about integrity, but about how well one can fabricate words, regulate emotions, and package ideas to please. Fail to do so, and you are labeled a rebel. To be different is to be accused of opposing the norm.
People dislike what shines too brightly; it hurts their eyes. Strong personalities are slowly shattered in unhealthy environments—spaces that kill light softly, quietly, without leaving obvious scars.
To be “right” now often means obeying blindly and wearing a mask. Yet people forget that a rotten character can be smelled from afar. You may polish it with smiles, beautiful words, and a kind façade—but for how long can it stand? Eventually, the truth slips through: a smirk that appears uncontrollably, a gesture that betrays the act.
Fake friends.
Fake love.
Fake products.
Even faking goodness itself—so common that it has become the default of a sick society.
For every so-called noble cause, people manipulate their surroundings. “It’s for everyone’s sake,” she says—when in truth, it is the crown of pride she longs to place upon her own head.
Sometimes, misery does not come from within. Sometimes it is born from the poisonous air you breathe every single day, every single second of your life.
Every damn time I was fooled.
Every damn time I forgave.
And every damn time forgiveness made me look foolish.
In these times, forgiveness is seen as weakness. Compassion is treated as a flaw. Humility becomes a disadvantage—something others use to step on your head as they climb.
Fiiiuh…
Fuck you, 2025.
Fuck you—and goodbye.
I am done with you.
This year stripped people bare, revealing their true colors, and I hated what I saw. Beautiful skins paired with ugly hearts. Their presence suffocated me—dressed like angels, yet corrupted by a desperate hunger for validation, rotting their grace and innocence from within.
Or…
Perhaps, thank you, 2025.
Maybe it was me all along. Maybe my eyes were too dirty to see beauty in broken cracks. Hahaha.
But know this—I see you. I have seen you all this time.
And in 2026, you should walk carefully.
Because my worst nightmare has awakened.
You wait and see. 😎
