A letter to myself, who keeps going despite the hardship and uncertainty: Here I am at this age and point in my life where I can’t help but reflect on how far I’ve come and yet how much further I still need to go. That’s probably why it often leaves me feeling like I wander through the unknown, unsure of my next steps, and lost in the middle of uncertainty. I’ve now reached the point where there are moments when I stop and reflect, sighing and thinking about my childhood friends, the ones I used to play with, my classmates and friends from elementary to college, and my peers who are now gradually building their own families. Some seem to have reached the peak of their careers, while others are already living abroad. And here I am, still trying to put myself together. I feel like a shattered mirror, picking up each piece in hope of rebuilding myself, both who I am and the dreams I have. With every piece of the mirror of my soul that I manage to pick up and place where they belong, I hope to catch a reflection of my genuine smiles again, free from the mask I cover it with. I hope that, little by little, I will fulfill my dreams.