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.

some losses linger without explanation. 'remembering people i barely knew' explores why certain lives stay with us, even when closeness was brief or never fully formed.