
From the day I began to remember and keep my own journal about life, I’ve had countless dreams. When I was four, I wanted to be an astronaut, someone who could set off into space. At six, I dreamed of becoming a doctor who could help people live better lives. By seven, I wanted to be like my parents—going out every day to explore the world instead of staying in school. I even went through a phase where I hoped to become a mathematician who could solve every challenging problem.
As I grew older, I started to realize these weren’t just casual wishes of an ordinary child. They were early signs of something deeper: a growing passion to explore, to contribute, and to dedicate myself to whatever I chose to pursue. And in one way or another, I’ve kept following that drive—trying fields I had never touched before, stepping out of my comfort zone constantly, and challenging myself. Through that process, I’ve begun to understand not only the world around me, but also who I am.