I’ve come to realize that trying to define life is like trying to capture the wind—it can take on endless forms, each shaped by individual perceptions. What life means to me may be entirely different from what it means to someone else, and that’s okay.
The truth is, I don’t know anything for certain, and accepting this has been one of the most freeing revelations of my journey. By letting go of the need to have all the answers, I’ve been able to fully embrace the beauty of this finite human experience.

Life isn’t about understanding everything—it’s about living, feeling, and experiencing every moment with an open heart and mind. In the mystery, I’ve found joy. In the uncertainty, I’ve found peace. This is the gift of simply being.