I used to wish I had the kind of college experience where I could focus only on school. But I’ve learned that my own path matters too. Learning keeps me active, grounded, and growing, reminding me that progress isn’t always about perfection but about persistence.

Sometimes I wonder if anything I create really matters. What’s the point of making something that could disappear? Yet in that question, I’ve found quiet meaning, to keep building, learning, and creating, even if no one sees it. Because maybe the point isn’t to change the world, but to find light and share it, no matter how small.