I find myself standing at a crossroads, feeling the weight of the years behind me and the uncertainty of the years ahead. Life has been a whirlwind of experiences, some exhilarating, others draining. But at this middle point in my journey, there’s a strange discomfort, a kind of restlessness I can’t quite put into words like a rush, an urgent feeling that I might be missing something. And maybe I am. Maybe we all are. You see, we don’t get a second chance at many things in life. Once an experience passes, it’s gone, no replay button, no redo. That...