Sometimes, I wonder about this life, about the roads I take and the reasons why. Why some dreams take years to bloom, while others fade before they find their room. I watch the world as it passes by, beneath the endless, indifferent sky. People are running, chasing their dreams, while life is never quite what it seems. And sometimes, I wonder if I am behind, if there is something I have yet to find. But then I remember, in the quiet of the night, that not every flower blooms at the same time. Perhaps I am not lost, but simply on my way, learning things that words cannot say. Perhaps these questions that trouble my mind are part of the answers I have yet to find. I do not know what tomorrow will bring, nor what the future has hidden within. But I will keep walking, through sunshine and rain, for even the smallest steps are never in vain. And if one day I look back at the years gone by, For life is not merely about reaching the end, is become someone our younger selves would look up to.