# A Variable Approach I have no fixed abode, no permanence to cling to — I am the migratory bird that skims the water's face at dawn, leaving no wake, no trace of passage. My philosophy is the river's own: never twice the same, forever flowing toward an unknown sea. I do not ask where I come from, only where the current takes me. Some call this freedom. Others, restlessness. I call it simply: the way of things. Each morning I invent myself anew — a different hunger, a different thirst. Yesterday's convictions crumble like old bread in my fingers. Tomorrow's certainties haven't been born. I live in the narrow space between, where nothing settles, nothing crystallizes. Even my shadow refuses to stay put, slipping away from my feet like a shy animal. They ask: who are you, really? And I answer: I am the question itself. I am the pause between heartbeats, the breath that returns as a sigh. I am the path that vanishes the moment you turn to look back.

Time sometimes deceives...
Time sometimes robs us of what we expect...
Time sometimes summons mistakes and all they bring in their wake...
Yet in the end, time teaches us the right strategy for the right goal.

My universe holds me close,
and shows me you are necessary to me.
But today I will speak of my love...
it is the rhythm of the heart,
it takes time as it shapes the perfect melody.
Not today, not tomorrow,
will I ever stop arranging my alphabet in the way that makes my love.

Love is something of variable meaning,
to those who seek so many to love them,
love becomes something else...
For them, even sometimes love is optional.
But those who carry ardent love, true seekers of love,
they can sacrifice everything for their love!
For them, everything but love is optional.

The drive of love is the mightiest force that transforms a soul—sometimes from living to non-living and deals a death to the mind!
Or sometimes, from non-living to living and awakens practical sight!

Truly...Love is a variable approach!
Still, once more, you are the only harmony I wait to hear!