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.