If we’re talking about personal fulfillment, I can't say I have a specific dream right now. I've spent years doing what I’ve wanted to do, going where I’ve wanted to go, and being who I’ve wanted to be—especially when my mom was still with me. We shared many great experiences, and in a way, that feels like enough.

Financially, I’m content, but my main concern is my health. I won’t go into details, but it causes me pain, affecting my daily activities.

My focus now is simple: doing what I love—writing. I’ve come to accept that my life might be shorter than most, and I believe books are the best way for me to pour out everything I hold inside. Not through composing music or programming anymore.

So, if I had to define my dream, it would be this: to do all I need to do so that, when I pass away, my good deeds will help me reunite with my mom in heaven. That’s it.

There's a lovely story about my mom that has always inspired me. Whenever I went on trips with friends, whether camping in the mountains or staying at a villa, my mom would message me every night to check if I had arrived safely and make sure everything was okay. I'd always reply, reassuring her not to worry, often adding a smiley face to show my appreciation for how much she cared about me.

As time passed, the roles eventually reversed. When it was her turn to go on trips with her friends—sometimes out of the city or even the country—I found myself messaging her every night to ask if everything was going well. Her replies mirrored the ones I used to send her, and it made me smile. I realized she appreciated being cared for, just as I did when it was my turn to be away.

What a beautiful memory.