The truth is, there's only one question at the heart of everything: Why? The mysterious power of this question has driven me to live a life filled with curiosity, from the Lego toys I held in my hands as a child to my current maturity.

In every person I met, in every object, in every event, I felt that same burning curiosity to reach for the unknown, just like the pure wonder in babies' first smiles or the excitement in their stumbling first steps. I burned with an endless desire to unravel the story behind every object, the source of every sound, the mysterious code of every emotion.

This curiosity transformed me into an explorer. Every corner of my house was a whole new world to me. Every figure opened the door to a different universe, every book, every article became a map to unknown lands, every photograph became an amber in which I trapped beauty for eternity. My imagination soared to limitless freedom, guided by my curiosity.

As I grew older, the direction of my curiosity changed. I no longer wanted to unravel just the mysteries of toys or the scrap I collected and repaired; I wanted to explore the mysteries of the universe, the depths of the human soul, and the meaning of existence. However, my anxieties, pessimism, and disappointments, which were shaped by the century I lived in and my interactions with society, unfortunately began to rot the depths of my mind and soul like a metastasized cancer cell.

Walking through the streets of my city, which I once thought of as my home, the streets where life pulsed like a heartbeat are now buried with the living dead, breathing in with the desire to "consume." The sincere laughter and enthusiastic voices that once echoed have given way to silent tables filled with a crowd that wears a sly smile behind a mask, yet is so lonely. In fact, when I looked in the mirror, I was starting to turn into that too. I was becoming a formless shape, consuming rather than creating, turning into a tense, anxious person instead of embracing the peace of patience, ready to fall into the black hole of sleepless nights filled with thoughts.

I wanted to end this. How could I? I don't know, but maybe I can do this. I can share. I can discover while sharing. I can produce while sharing, whether or not it's my area of expertise, by researching and exploring. While doing these things, I can learn, grow, and live. I can freely make mistakes, be wrong, and correct them as best I can.

Without decay, refreshing myself...