At night, I walk among my memories, asking if I would choose again. But each step is a gift, or a lesson— none ever wasted. My hands are small; I cannot hold the world. So I choose peace, cherish kindness, give more than I take, heal even what I forget. I am not flawless, but I am steadfast. No games, no masks— only truth for truth. And when my heart has given all, I let the rest go. To love freely, regret nothing, and hold each encounter as a gift never taken for granted.