This song is a quiet recollection of what it means to grow. After countless failures and moments of hesitation, what remains when I look back is not triumph, but the quiet ache of having tried—loneliness, uncertainty, the helplessness of not knowing where I’m headed. Even hope feels fragile. The melody begins in stillness, fragmented and drifting, much like memory itself. Through shifting time signatures and subtle dissonance, I tried to …