We own nothing in this world; not even time is ours. Our coming is not accidental, yet our staying is not guaranteed. Every choice has a weight that presses upon the balance of existence, even if no one sees it. The world wipes away names, but not the effects. The matter is not how long we endure; the matter is that when we fall silent, whether we have left light or heavy. We are not here to remain; we are here to give meaning to being, or to pass by it quietly.