A strange pull lives within us, the urge to be, to belong, to achieve. But where does the call come from? Is it the echo of the world outside, or the quiet whisper of our own desire?
Do we truly need, or merely want, or wander between the two?
One day, perhaps, the questions will fade like mist, and what remains will be the quiet certainty of being. Not right or wrong, not too late or too soon.















