In Which One Begins 2026 Business as Usual: Ora et Labora on the Unknown

Good morning, dear friend, reader of this present post! Happy  first day of January and 2026! Hope your last one of 2025 went fine? Do let me know! As for me, the beginning of 2026 was one where I slept through most of it, or at least did my try on napping, because the noise was great. I spent the firework moments at my grandma's apartment, but we did not see much of each other during that moment, she went downstairs for a small gathering with her neighbors, and the neighbors had an appaling taste in background music. I was tired and with not much patience for doing anything, so I retired to my own room here, and then went for the balcony to see the beautiful spectacle. In comparison to last year, it was much less "magical" so to speak, given I already knew the procedures from 2024-2025. I think for me it went business as usual for a special day, grandma was stressed out due to the food she had to take downstairs, I was abliged to help with some preparations, on my end, I was just tired, and eager to "just jump" towards the new set of days. 

So, here we are, the start to 2026! I dare not to have any predictions for the new cycle. I can only hope I will pay some of my dues, while any new dues will not be as big or as concerning. The news are not as promising, as of now I trust dad is on ever more bad moments in his job, and it is of my speculation that he drinks his life away at this point. I hope not, but he does not give me the impression that it could be orherwise, that he is otherwise sober. The past experiences, the downward trends that I did observe, and his lack of resolve, all point towards a worsening, not otherwise. One could say "whom am I to judge, you are fat", to which I reply "this is not only a childish thinking, but I am someone that overall relies on at least his monetary support". So, even if I am also preferring of stability and continuity over rash changes and dramatic decisions, what I see is that this is not the same whar happens with dad. God, please forgive shut up the voice of dissent in my own head, this is where I say I am right, and righteous to call this out. No. Here it is clear: he is wrong, he is spiraling, and I do hope for some divine interference, as I do not see it happening coming to him alone. I do believe in personal responsibility, but coming with Christian balanced morals, that also allow me not to say "let him burn" but to have empathy, it is the least I can do. Only empathy, not to judge harshly, but to just sigh and wait. On my end, I am doing as I can. That Ora and Labora thing of "continue one's routine while one can".

So, in a way, 2025 developed many explosions but ended with a brief cease of turbulence. I am sure the turbulence will proceed soon, I don't expect the A-Pop-Calypse to be constrained to 2025. In America, there are more than one cultural war at this point, as society fragments, for better or worse, and I don't mean here ethnically but I mean more deeply in ideas and culture, the conflicts also multiply, it could not be any different. I am worried for my own side to lose and be exiled in the land of the politically homeless, longing for a time where Free Market ideas were at least taken for granted as a requisite to be on the right. Longing for when, yes there are such thing as two genders, but also, you do you, no one would assign you by law to a role, and society was at least more loose on you do you. I do know who the enemy is - the left, as a whole, but given they are sowers of chaos, bad agents on my own ideological lands proliferate and do their damages. In my own country, another election hell approaches, and the deep paternalistic oligarchies that be, all captured by socialist frames of mind, will be capable of nuclear wars, if they could, to stop any movement otherwise of finally swiping over. If one wins over that spectrum of bad ideas, it is because they are mortally wounded, not because we as a spectrum are any special. As I said, with the cultural wars on the right itself, one could as well end politically homeless. Classical liberalism went from being able to fill only one small bus to fill coliseums, but if on retreat again, like when this liberalism was discredited in Vienna in the late 1870's, for some reasons this post is getting too big to talk about, it could spell disaster in the long run.

Anyway, I did write a lot, I hope you are still reading. If so, thank you, and I am sure you will be happy to hear, though this post is ending, that I will sure be back with more thoughts and ideas soon. One step at a time, ora et labora. See you real soon, thank you, I appreciate you, farewell for now.