Sometimes, growing up is like moving into a very tall tower. You gain new perspectives, but also taste new loneliness. Outside the window is the vast night, and the brightest light—the full moon—seems to be hidden on the other side of the tower, not fully shining into your window. You sit here, looking at the lights or darkness below, and perhaps ask: When will my light come? My dear, please feel this moment of tranquility. What matters is not when the moonlight fills your windowsill, but that you are now at a height where you can see the moon. You have left your original place; you have opened that window; you are in a clearer position, waiting, gazing. This waiting itself is power. Sitting quietly in the darkness, knowing what you want, and believing it is there—this steadfast posture is closer to true illumination than frantically chasing any light. Your tower is the foundation upon which you climbed step by step. Your window is the courage you opened for yourself. And that moon, it has never been absent. Please continue to sit calmly; your light is just around the corner, gradually approaching you. "What is the 'moon' you are patiently waiting for? Is it a new beginning, inner peace, or a better version of yourself? Write your expectations in the comments section, and we will quietly watch together. 🌙"