I am not what I think or what I accumulate. What I have, what I lose, or what I achieve fades with time, just like me. My value is not in the result, not in the job I do, not in the education I can show. I can be without money, without another degree, without recognition, and I am still enough. When I stop trying to control and stop seeking validation, a more honest space appears. In that space I don’t need to be right, I don’t need to convince anyone, I don’t need to react immediately. I can observe, I can be, and that is enough.

Everything else is noise. What others expect from me, what I imagine is missing, what makes me run after goals that drain more than they give. That’s why it calms me to know that I am enough because I am me. Studies only serve to make me better at work, but I am not the job I perform, not the education I have, not the possessions around me. I am the kindness, the humility, the honesty, and the love I give to others.