As we, human beings, evolved in our cleverness, we embarked on a journey of exploration, leaving imprints in clays, individual things on Earth, and now even in the vastness of space. Reflecting on this fascinating journey from the Big Bang to the present year of 2024, the rich tapestry of history captivates me. In my childhood, I questioned the reasons behind existence, only to find no satisfactory answers from teachers or others. This sparked a relentless quest for understanding that has shaped my perspective.

The journey to uncover these answers was no easy feat; it required patience, a virtue I often find lacking in my daily pursuits. Despite my impatience for instant gratification, the process of seeking knowledge taught me the value of waiting and persistence. As I pen down these thoughts, I realize the metamorphosis from a curious child to a seeker of truth, no longer confined by the classroom.

One pivotal lesson learned was the importance of forging my own path. In a world where advice flows freely, I decided to trust my instincts and carve my unique route. Though not always met with approval, I found that diverging from the conventional often yielded the same, if not better, results. Life presented numerous challenges, and my approach may have been unconventional, but it was undeniably mine.

Having encountered diverse situations, I sought solace in the stories of others—friends, books, and movies—all contributing to my understanding of the human experience. The irony is not lost on me; once engrossed in discussions, books, and films back in India, life's demands now limit my leisure time. Yet, the realization dawns that everyone's journey is unique, each person shaped by their own set of circumstances.

The mysteries of existence, from the growth of trees to the birth and death of living beings, have long intrigued me. However, as I unveiled the answers, I discovered that the true essence of life lies not in the mysteries but in the realization that we, too, are an integral part of this vast universe. Life's profound questions may often lead to dead ends, but the beauty lies in the journey itself.

As I delve into my memories and revisit the stories that have shaped me, I am startled by the reflection in the mirror—a grown-up version of the child who once questioned the world. The realization hits me like a wave, and I can't help but smile at the absurdity of it all. Life, with its twists and turns, is a continuous journey of growth, akin to the ceaseless movement of the universe.

In the end, I've come to understand that the meaning of life is not found in the pursuit of individual goals or the accumulation of knowledge; it lies in embracing the ebb and flow, the struggles, and the uncertainties. Like the universe in motion, we, too, navigate the currents of life, each experience shaping us into who we are meant to be. As I stand at the crossroads of my past and present, contemplating the journey of self-discovery, the lyrics of Natasha Bedingfield's 'Unwritten' echo in my mind – a melodic reminder that our lives are like unwritten pages, waiting for us to embrace the beauty of the unknown and compose our unique stories in the symphony of existence. Peace ✌🏻