Then, I realized something simple: perhaps there is no such thing as a "destiny." Maybe it’s just a lovely fairy tale we tell ourselves so we don’t feel lost. After all, if a destiny exists, it can be found—but if it doesn’t? Are we just left to drift? That’s a far more frightening thought.

Lately, I’ve begun to wonder: maybe we don’t need to search at all. Perhaps life isn’t about finding one single, predetermined path; it’s simply about moving forward—in any direction, as long as it’s one you enjoy. I don’t know what my "destiny" is, but I do know what I love: riding my motorcycle, delving into the world of finance, explaining complex ideas in simple terms, and those quiet mornings when I’m in no rush to be anywhere.

Maybe *this* is what a destiny actually is—not one grand, singular purpose, but a collection of many small ones. Piece them together, and you get a life—my life. It may not be perfect, and it certainly doesn’t follow any textbook, but it’s mine.

I’m done looking for that door. I’m just living. And, honestly, for the first time in a long while, I feel at peace.

Do you believe in a destiny? Or are you, too, tired of searching?

Yana