For me, “arriving” means staying alive in honesty.
It means being myself, even when pretending would be easier.
I’m emotional, but I don’t run from it — I want to understand it, to go all the way through it.
I work for meaning, not for display.
I’m one of those people whose path is slower and harder, because I don’t take shortcuts.
That’s why sometimes I’m tired, sometimes lonely, sometimes misunderstood.
But this tiredness isn’t from going the wrong way — it’s from going the right way, alone.
Arriving, for me, is the moment I realize I don’t have to shrink or change myself to be seen.
When I can show my work, my feelings, my beauty, and even my flaws without fear — that’s when I’ve arrived.
I am arriving.
It just doesn’t look like the version I once imagined.
Quantum computing is best done in the permanently shadowed craters on the Moon