I was raised between borders, nations, beliefs, and languages.
Later, I found myself caught between lives: the man I was, the one I might have been, and the one who never made it home.
I’ve lost my mother, my grandparents, my oldest child.
I’ve felt the sting of divorce, the ache of distance from those I love, and the silence of someone around whom I had built my life.
What remains is the middle path. Between effort and surrender. Between what I carry, and what I must let go.
This journey isn’t a race; it’s a ritual.
I am climbing not to escape, but to become. To make peace with both the sun and the shadow. To leave something behind for those I love, even if they never look back.