"Fragment of Something: Being Complete with Unfinished." The most complicated thing I've ever encountered in my life is being human. Not because it’s difficult , but because no one truly knows what it means. Humans are ever-shifting labyrinths. They laugh in the middle of emptiness, cry over dreams that never happened, and rage at shadows they created themselves. They live between possibilities and failures, collecting scattered pieces of themselves they lost along the way. I see the world as a puzzle with no final picture. We fill the void with plans, relationships, obsessions… but none of it truly fits the hollow space quietly echoing inside our chests. Maybe we were never meant to be whole. Maybe the journey was never about becoming finished, but about learning to live with the fact that we never will be. That the only certainty in life is that we will die without ever truly understanding who we are, or why we were here. And somehow, in that… lies the fullness of i...