I am here… because I was there.

I am here… because I was there.

Everything I am now traces back to a moment I didn’t know would lead me here.
A wing’s flutter. A glance. A word spoken and forgotten…
All those small, ordinary things were quietly shaping me.

We don’t always choose our destinations.
Often, we arrive by paths we never meant to walk.

I am not just the product of my conscious choices.
Perhaps I am the result of a long chain of events that never asked for my opinion.