2025 is almost here, and I can’t help but wonder how to keep dreaming in a broken world.

It’s a question that feels heavy, painful, yet somehow unavoidable. When you look around and everything seems to be falling apart, dreaming feels like an act of foolishness—almost rebellion. The news, the streets, the conversations; everything is tinted with urgency that fails to resolve anything. How can you imagine a better future when the present is barely holding together?
Maybe the key isn’t dreaming about fixing the world but finding fragments of life amidst the wreckage. It’s not about ignoring reality, but seeking small patches of meaning: the sound of the sea caressing the shore, a sunrise that’s hard to reach but rewards you with its light, a walk with your dog that turns an ordinary street into a unique moment.
Dreaming in a broken world might mean embracing imperfection and rediscovering the worth of small things.