On The Road

The sky above me heaves restlessly, dark and dramatic, as if it itself were a path. The landscape is immersed in twilight, yet even in that darkness there is a quiet calling that urges me to face my own fear of the unknown.

I feel that reaching the destination is not what matters. What matters is walking—perceiving how the world changes with every step, how the horizon recedes and then draws near again. The desire to understand drives me forward, even when the path itself is at times inhospitable and harsh.

I am a pilgrim who never stands still. Every cloud, every shadow, every flash of light is a sign to me that the journey continues. And that understanding never ends.

And so I walk on. Beneath the heavy sky, through the darkened landscape—forever on the road.