There were many days in that situation, frozen in a problem that seemed endless. Today, I can smile in the face of my weaknesses. Life still offers me this privilege: memories, both good and bad, that have taught me so much. Time passes almost invisibly, and all we can do is follow it, with no chance to turn back.

I believe each of us writes the book of our own life in a unique way. Our book holds stories of all kinds and becomes an opportunity for reflection for those who face ups and downs, like the sunny and rainy days I used to watch from the window. It records the path I have traveled, the choices I made. When stones fell upon me, I resisted and held on tight, even when it seemed my strength was at its limit. The countless times I thought about giving up serve as a reminder that life is made of moments of happiness and sadness.

There were times when I was just another passenger on life’s train, and others when I was at the front, guiding those who traveled with me. But one thing I am sure of: the true meaning lies in the simplest things. Feeling the wind on your face, the freshness of the sea breeze — these small moments bring peace and renewal to our days.