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2024 was the year of ending things

But endings also give starts to new beginnings

Anton Kutselyk
EVROPA
5 min readDec 31, 2024

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Today I feel almost empty, but not in a bad way: like a fridge with a no thing inside. Clean and spacious, and only thin layers of snowy ice covering its walls. Some things are still laying in the freezer — they are not forgotten and waiting to be dealt with. But the fridge is clean. The fridge is ready for something else. I might switch it off or reconstruct it into a whole new thing. I might also just populate the fridge with new products.

This empty fridge is almost unencumbered by the past – some residues of old stains can still be seen with an eye of care – and its door is open to the future full of possibilities.

2024 was the year of ending things. In February, I left my job as a Medium Curator, which I did for five years. It gave me security and stability – what at that time I needed more than anything else – but it took my creativity and used it for laborious work of searching for gems in a desert of identical, grey, sometimes spikey rocks. It made me happy to find gems, but the unhappiness of landing my eyes on rocks was draining, exhausting, and uninspiring. I left the desert of Medium, but, as it turned out, I couldn’t leave the planet of Medium. I just had to find or make my oasis.

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Anton Kutselyk
Anton Kutselyk

Written by Anton Kutselyk

I live in Kyiv and write about local culture, life, war and signs of inevitable peace.

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