The Golden Age.
I turned 25 today. My 25th birthday fell on September 25th, 2025. I used to look at it as a coincidence, but now I see it for what it really is: the world aligning for a new era.
I’m lucky to be here. We often take for granted what it means to live. Not just exist, but really live. I’ve battled with my mental health for a long time. It always feels like there is a cloud over my head, and on the days when the sun comes out, I consider it a fleeting gift. But still, a better day than the last.
Living with this cloud has made me constantly reexamine things in my life so I can genuinely feel like life is worth living. I’ve always wanted to feel the sun on my skin, but most days it burned more than anything. When I was 20, I decided I was going to build a life for myself where whatever I did had to bring me joy. I wasn’t going to settle or be content with what the world offered me. There’s no way I went through all these trials just to have nothing I want.
I can clearly remember being 9 and wondering what I would be like in my 20s. Would I still climb trees? What would I do for work? Would I have my Hannah Montana dream closet? Would I still love dance parties? Would I stay adventurous? Would I be happy? All those questions made me more excited for the future.
I didn’t know it then, but I see now that everything I hoped to keep was a reflection of the things I loved about myself. I think we’re always trying to feed our inner child and make little us proud. Dreams evolve, they’re supposed to. But the important parts stay.
At 25, I still climb trees. Nature keeps me calm. My home is filled with plants to remind me to grow.
At 25, I’m a Creative Director and it rarely feels like work.
At 25, I do have my Hannah Montana closet. And yes, I still play dress up every single day.
At 25, I dance even when no one’s watching. Music will always keep the beat of my heart.
At 25, I’m still a side quest queen.I’m always ready for an adventure, the unknown doesn’t scare me anymore.
At 25, I am happy. Not always, and that’s okay.The cloud still comes, but I feel the sun on my skin warm and gentle.
At 25, I’m still Sandrah Nasimiyu.
Happy Birthday to me.
