Halfway Through the Journey

If life spans around 80 years, then I have already passed its halfway point.

Over the past couple of years, I’ve come to realize that life, at its core, is a deeply personal journey—an experience that belongs to each individual alone. Even with the company of family and friends, there's a certain distance that remains, as if no one can truly accompany us to the depths of our inner world.

More and more, I find solace in solitude. When I am quietly creating, fully immersed in shaping clay or simply being with myself, I feel most aligned with who I really am. It is in these quiet moments that I touch the essence of peace and joy—not excitement, not achievement, but a gentle, steady contentment.

I’m grateful for the guidance that faith brings into my life. Over time, I’ve come to understand that what I was seeking outside—validation, meaning, direction—has always been within. Faith, to me, is not a doctrine or a destination, but a quiet truth that walks with me. It is the invisible guardian on this lifelong journey.

And so, I continue—step by step, breath by breath—trusting the rhythm of this quiet path.