I can stare at an object uninterrupted for hours, looking, questioning, and coming up with an explanation. As I gaze over the night skies, I wonder what is on those shimmering dots. Maybe something is wondering the same, seeing our sun as that speck of the universe’s dust.

As long as I can remember, a thought frequently popped up. I asked myself what I was doing here in this place, on this planet, on this universe, on this piece of reality’s fabric; a deep existential crisis was imprinted in my soul’s existence.

Ultimately, I realized I have limited control over the unstoppable flow of time. I figured with the limited time I have until I meet the inscrutable demise, I will make every second count, push myself to the absolute limit, and give every single thing I’ve learned back to humanity; it’s the most I can do.