Throughout my life, I’ve come to realize that the true essence of living isn’t found in the haste to reach the destination, but in the richness of the journey itself.

As I walk these paths, each step becomes a story, every person I meet a new chapter, and every challenge faced a lesson learned.

I am collecting stones and flowers, with moments of joy, friendship, fails, betrayal, love and wins.

I am building a home just like a sanctuary of memories with those dear to me.

So when I sit in the tranquility of my garden in old age, surrounded by laughter and warmth, I want to be reminded that these moments of connection and beauty are the journey’s real treasures.

I urge you to relish each step, each person, each moment.

For in the end, you’ll realize it was these experiences that shaped you, and the journey itself was the true destination.