I wish I could hate you.

I wish I could hate you for various things, but you gave me a purpose; how could I hate you for giving me a purpose—a purpose for a lifetime?

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To dearest 2025, it’s too late to write a letter for you. I just got free now. I’m sorry. I don’t know where to begin, but I have a lot to tell.

You began with those heavy books from college, which hurt me in every possible way. I gave my final exams, and then the result came, where I only scored 74% marks. It further shattered me.

It’s hard to muster courage and pull yourself together in these situations.

The only positive thing I had at that time was writing and a passion for it. Which saved me from any stress and worry.

I began to read books of my interest. I started to write my novel, the one that truly reflected myself. The way I was stuck, I gave my book the name “Stuck on Shore”.

You made me wait for things. I suffered. I began to prepare for my IELTS; I took it and scored a good band. I just knew one thing: no matter how much I lose, there are some skills in me that don’t make me an ordinary being.

I just need to make it my superpower, and suddenly, writing becomes my strength. I survived the hard phase, and yes, everyone does; we just need to seek the positives.

I stayed stuck in regard to my career. I just trusted God; ways will appear themselves. I got admission to PharmD. It’s just 3 days since I began my journey in this professional degree, and I’m loving it.

I wanted to graduate; that doesn’t mean I left my passion. Because when this study phase hurt, writing held and consoled…

Now I have completed my novel and am in the editing phase. You know this is the most satisfying feeling to me. I made three promises to my life. And I’m fulfilling the first one, which is to serve myself.

You may have blocked my paths, made me stop, or caused sorrow. You gave me something I can hold for a lifetime. I wished to hate you, dear 2025, but I fell in love with you for various reasons instead.