At the start of the Lunar New Year, I feel it’s necessary to write down my vision for the year ahead—not to sound inspiring, but to stay honest with myself.
Win or go home
For me, it’s simpler than any horoscope: this year has a timer. In fact, this timer is the theme of my next two years.
I will apply for the 485 visa—
and once I do, a real countdown begins. Not the kind you can ignore. Not the kind you can postpone. A countdown that turns “someday” into “soon,” and “soon” into “now.”
Two years from now, my outcome will look like the outcome of so many people who came to Australia to fight for a future. This is not pressure for the sake of pressure. This is clarity.
A deadline that forces me to live intentionally.
Win or go home. No way back.
Eliminate laziness
I used to label myself as a lazy person. And because I believed that label, I also believed I had already missed many opportunities—opportunities I could have caught if I had shown up more consistently.
In the new year, I want goals that are clear, measurable, and repeatable—so progress doesn’t depend on mood.
Don’t be afraid. Don’t be nervous.
I’ve always thought one of my biggest weaknesses is being torn between gains and losses—wanting something, yet fearing the cost of going for it. That hesitation has made me miss opportunities I can’t get back.
So in the new year, I’m making this a rule for myself:
I can’t afford to fear uncertainty too much. When I do, I don’t become safer—I just fall into internal friction: overthinking, second-guessing, and exhausting myself without moving forward.
Hope for the best
Even when the road is hard, we still owe the future our best hope. No matter how the political climate shifts, or how heavy life feels, I want to believe this: dark seasons do not get the final word.
In difficult times, there is still light—sometimes small, sometimes distant, but real. I’ve always held on to one simple faith: after Hoover, there was Roosevelt.
History turns. Winters end. And if I keep moving, so will I.
Draw Near to God
This year, I want to draw closer to God—not as a slogan, but as a daily direction. And this isn’t a Pharisee-like pledge, a performance for others to see. I’m not trying to look spiritual; I’m trying to live faithfully.
So I want to follow God in the details: how I use my time, how I speak, how I respond under pressure, and how I treat people when it costs me something. In small choices no one applauds—but God sees.
Step by step, I will align my life with God’s guidance.
This post is written for myself—but also for everyone walking the same road, fighting through the same pressure, chasing a future that doesn’t come easy.
In the Year of the Horse, even if life is still hard right now, I want to hold on to hope. The kind of hope I’ve seen in that famous red prancing horse on the track: even after years without a crown, it never loses its hunger to win.
So neither will I.
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