Stepping into society, guiding juniors, shouldering real responsibility, starting a family—before I knew it, the things that mattered more than me kept multiplying. The load got heavier, yet the fear of “losing myself” has never really left. I’ve even grown used to that fear, hiding behind “it’s my job” while I push ahead on autopilot. I don’t fuss over clothes like I did back then, or sweat every little detail—honestly, I don’t have the head-space. Still, I want to cross paths with something that lets me stay honest with myself. No forced gloss, just a piece that makes me think, “Yeah, this feels right.”