In a year that has challenged us with dizzying changes, the ritual of closure becomes an exercise in metamorphosis. By letting go of the old year, we leave behind a version of ourselves that has already fulfilled its purpose. It is not an escape, but an evolution. On the other hand, the importance of starting a new year lies in the rediscovery of wonder. The 2026 looming in just a week is not just a number; it is a blank canvas that grants us permission for reinvention. The 'new year' functions as an engine of hope, a truce where promises become possible again and fears seem smaller in the face of the magnitude of the opportunity. Waking up this morning, we understand that time is not a straight line, but a spiral. We pass through the same places, but we are no longer the same people. Therefore, let the transition from 2025 to 2026 not be a mere administrative formality of the clock. No, let it be, instead, a reaffirmation that there is always a way out, there is always a blank page, and, above all, there is always a better version of ourselves waiting to be written. Closing out this 2025 is, in essence, an act of freedom: it is the opportunity to look at our scars, celebrate our victories, and, above all, forgive ourselves for what was left incomplete or simply could not be. This December 25th invites us to a balance that goes beyond the material. After the effervescence of Christmas Eve, we find ourselves in a suspended territory, a threshold where the year that is departing still casts its last shadows and the one to come begins to filter an expectant light. It is the right moment to ask ourselves: why do we cling so much to the symbolism of closing one year and beginning another? The importance of ending a cycle does not lie in the simple exhaustion of the calendar pages, but in a deep human need for emotional and narrative hygiene. Psychologically, human beings require 'periods' to process their own history. Without these closures, life would become an endless and exhausting paragraph, an accumulation of events without order or meaning. Today, December 25th, the world seems to have entered a parenthesis of silence.
