𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀

To know oneself is to unravel the ancient scrolls of identity. We decipher the runes etched upon our souls. the scars, the dreams, the whispered secrets of all the souls . In this solitude, we stand as both sage and seeker.

Life pirouettes on the edge of contradiction. We are stardust and clay, both ephemeral and eternal. We sip from the cup of certainty, only to taste the bittersweet elixir of doubt. The paradox dances.a waltz of light and shadow, twirling us toward the heart of existence.

I am because we are; my being is interwoven with the threads of those who came before me and those who walk beside me.And here lies the paradox: To exist is to echo. Our singular heartbeat resonates within the symphony of humanity. We are notes in a grand composition .a fugue of joy and sorrow, woven by unseen hands. The more we know our own melody, the more we recognize the harmonies of countless souls.

certainty and doubt perform an endless ballet. To know oneself is to touch the void of the cosmos; to acknowledge one's existence is to see the reflection of a thousand others. This is the paradox of being a solitary journey walked in the company of many.