My prayers for you in 2025

I pray that you turn the most ordinary of moments into portals of infinite possibility. I pray that you turn each heartbeat into a ritual, each breath an incantation, each mundane sip a gateway to magic.

I pray that you dream with the audacity of a universe that dared to create itself. May your visions be your oxygen, your purpose your prophecy, your soul the demander of heights that no one has reached before.

I pray that you trust yourself like gravity trusts the earth, like dawn trusts the sun. May chaos be your oldest friend, uncertainty your favourite dance partner, doubt the fuel that fires your ascent.

I pray that you shed dead weight like a snake sheds skin: ruthlessly, completely, honourably, beautifully. I pray that you desire with the intensity of a supernova, knowing that your greatness is already carved stone and written in the stars.

I pray that you allow the past to remain in its place and the future something you create in all your love, glory, magnificence, knowing and Being.

I pray that you see financial abundance as raw creative energy, the currency of divine potential. May you welcome abundance like a desert welcomes rain, building tidal waves of transformation wherever it flows.

I pray that you explode into your full magnificence: unapologetic, unedited, unstoppable. May your light dazzle, your shadow teach, your very presence demand the world reject its mediocrity.

I pray that you transcend the static of this world, rising above the white noise of the complainer. May you be the one that builds the bridges while the rest point out the gaps; may you be The One creating change while others wait for permission.

I pray that you create like the universe depends on it, because it does. Turn your pain into paintings, your wounds into words, your chaos into constellations. Make art that makes the angels jealous and the demons cry.

I pray that you see God everywhere: in the mirror, in the beasts, the trees, the bees, and the seas. May you feel the Divine pulse in every creature's heart, every leaf's whisper, every wave's crash, in every single breath you take.

I pray that you leap without hesitation, plunge without fear, risk with reverence. When your soul screams "jump," may every cell in your body thunder "Fuck. Yes."

I pray that the wisdom of your ancestors roars in your blood, their courage woven into your DNA, their resilience the fire that fuels your rise.

Above all, I pray that you live like eternity is the truth that’s already written. May 2025 be the beginnings of your masterpiece, your legacy, your permanence; a symphony written in stardust, etched in the mountains by lightning you’ve invoked.

And when 31 December 2025 arrives and asks, "How did you live?" may your soul grin, your heart swell, and your voice whisper, "That was awesome."

With love, always,
Charbel