Taking a piece of paper and converting that into a linguistic expression, showcasing the boundaries of possibilities and richness of imagination, going down the valleys that no one has thought of, being brave enough to put those remarkable experiences in humble yet in a way that humiliates the mind of readers with the silence of unspoken truths, this power, and suffering that writer has, vibrate my nerves to take on the opportunity and responsibility of performing this act.

I wonder how my upbringing has led me to the choices that I'm making today. Immersed in the perpetual companionship of books has magnetic resonance me with their smell and attractive covers. Nurtured to be independent gave rise to an essence that thrives effortlessly irrespective of the circumstances. Nothing surprising to be different, interweaving strings with the old-school behavioral algorithm has honed the courage to walk the same path in the future.

It offered an adult, in the realm of writing to dance with the words.

Really?

Understanding this nature called REBEL, sometimes it feels like I precisely know where it came from, but the next instant, I wonder with the question, "Do I know anything about me?" Standing apart from the crowd does not evoke fear anymore. Instead, it fosters a sense of authenticity.

The constant push to win the game gives a wreck to the nerves and resonates with self-validation. That builds the source of strength and iterative loop of continuous enhancement.

But at this moment, near to taking a break from this competitive educational system, I'm thrilled by thoughts of how this habit will unfold in times to come. "Whether I be changed or I be unsatisfied?" "What I'm chasing?" Or this is a glimpse of the unfolding reality; my mind is cultivating for that.

Checkmate

I delay problem-solving, hence I pay the price.

The baby steps required to capture the king ignored the path in between. King remained there; the pieces changed their position. I paid with my knight, looking for myself to fight. I struggled to find the path again; the king played cruel again. I can't hide the power; got queen with the rook. I can't hide the emotions; Pawn got the king.

The thought of finding a solution is an act of bravery in itself. The challenge of efficiency comes later. Spending enough time with the problem brings forth a first draft. Guidance and experience help lead the way towards optimality. The true test of patience begins, and I finally reach the summit.