Thank you 2025

My most successful and productive year was 2025. Most people measure success in life by material gain, but I've never cared about material things since childhood. Oddly enough, I achieved this in the worst city I've ever seen (except Giresun), I avoided rude people, I didn't get into trouble, and if all goes well, I'll be moving to a paradise-like city or town in a few weeks; I've already made reservations for accommodation. Last year (2024), in the autumn, I started translating my English books, which was my biggest dream after moving abroad. I saw that I had translated them almost perfectly, I was overjoyed, I dropped everything, I didn't even watch the free-to-air Champions League matches on TV (TRT), I forgot about the stock market, I translated day and night, and I finished before the summer of 2025. On the other hand, I continued with sports, I dieted with determination under extremely difficult conditions, and I dropped to 68.00 kg, whereas when I was a lieutenant and captain, I would drop to 66 kg after training.  I guess I'll get back to the same weight, eat incredibly well wherever I go, and sculpt my abs like a professional bodybuilder. At sixty, I reached the peak of my potential, and you can too. After this, I'll look for a publishing house abroad, and if I don't find one, I won't worry about it; I'll concentrate on the stock market, and despite my extremely pessimistic expectations, I'll pull a rabbit out of the hat. Everywhere is Paris for me; I'll win in both downturns and upturns, I'll both kiss and beat. Thank you, 2025, you were worth all the other 59 years combined; I loved you so much despite the city being terrible in every way except the climate.