chris xu

2025

Blurry and frolicking with a flower in my hair, August 2025 by Amar

2025 was a year of imperfect resilience. The year threw some mean punches both societal and personal, but the lessons I learned the hard way from the last few helped me stay upright. In the face of many horrors, I rolled up my sleeves to put in work where I felt called, but was also quicker to recognize my limits and not push myself to burnout (too much); I tried and mostly did not succeed at not feeling too guilty about this, but at least I tried. I poked at my narrative of self, pruned some things that were no longer necessary, and trusted that the integral parts would grow back stronger. I took the work of being a person and being in relationship with other people more seriously; I took my power more seriously. To survive it all, I made space and allowed myself some softness to indulge in deep joy and pleasure in between the hard stuff.

The challenges of this year could easily have defined it the way they did the last few, but instead I look back and see: