The Journey Just because it was my story, doesn’t mean it has to be yours. But if, even just occasionally, a quiet echo rises within your heart—like the long-held questions that once stirred in mine— if thoughts of existence and meaning linger near you, then know this: Whenever you pause to catch your breath on the road, or find yourself in a dim moment that feels like losing your way, even those times are part of the shaping of you. They carry meaning—every one of them. I do not wish to impose my answers upon your life. I only hope you’ll remember this: Somewhere in the world, there was once a man who asked the same questions, who lived through the silence, and who happened to be your father. If that small truth becomes a quiet comfort on your journey, and gives you the strength to take the next step forward, then that alone is enough for me. This is a message for your future, a trace of my past, and a quiet record for our present.