Life is a continuous act of waiting.
There was once a time when I believed
I could change the world.
As I grew older,
I came to realize how small I truly am
within its vastness.
Far more often than I expected,
the things that mattered most
did not arrive immediately.
They asked to be waited for—
patiently,
quietly,
over time.
Years passed,
and with them came another understanding.
Perhaps I may never change the world itself.
Yet perhaps I can become someone
whose quiet presence
sets a small butterfly effect in motion.
Among countless lives,
I am only one person.
But the traces a single person leaves behind
may carry infinite possibilities.
I believe in the quiet power of possibility.
And each day,
I simply continue
to fulfill the role that is mine,
with patience,
and with sincerity.
