Nothing lasts forever; nothing is ever truly complete.
Even the routines that fill my days, though bound by a sense of monotony, are always shifting.
When I finally embraced this fleeting nature of life, I understood: everything real in this world is in motion, and nothing, no one, can hold on to its essence unchanged.
It was then I felt drawn to savor simplicity, solitude, and silence—
to discover the depths of living, to feel the beauty and calm that time, in passing, renews.
Impermanence calls me back to nature, whispering of each moment’s fragility, softly chanting the untouched, unfiltered sorrow of the world