At 21, I walk the path of a college student, navigating the rigor of chemical equations and engineering pursuits-yet within me stirs an older calling. Long before formulas and deadlines, there was a dream: to write. Now, in the quiet spaces between the clamor of becoming, I reclaim that dream. The pen, once set aside, is a gift I offer myself-a compass guiding me back to wonder, imagination, and the solace of words.