We move through life believing we’re building something permanent, something that will last. but time has its own quiet way of showing us that permanence is just another illusion. a place where we keep believing we have arrived, achieved, or finally understood something. but at the end, everything we held so tightly slips through our fingers like fading memories. we look back and realize that every moment we thought was solid was nothing but a passing shadow. maybe the truth is that nothing ever truly belonged to us, maybe we were only travelers walking through a dream that never promised to stay..