One Image Beyond Explanation

Harmony lies latent along your trajectory, requiring only that you gather it and bear it with you through life’s odyssey. I have discovered mine. The cadence of my steps and the atmosphere that sustains me may not be of my own making, yet they are my ordained fate and my consonance.

And still, even as I move through streets that promise serenity, I feel the quiet frictionsーthose small, persistent reminders that to be a foreigner here is to walk with an extra weight, an unspoken scrutiny. These currents do not define me, but they shape the air I breathe.

Thus, I am resolute in carrying all of it: the harmony I’ve claimed, the dissonance I’ve endured, my pockets brimming with purpose. One image renders all explanation superfluous.