It Begins Now

I studied physics in college. But I am not a physicist. I’m an amateur now — and I make no excuses for that.
Life swept me up. I was too busy surviving, building, fighting my way forward.
But somewhere along the way, something reawakened in me recently — an obsession that had quietly waited since my student days.

Back then, I was drawn to the most fundamental questions:
How is space formed? Why does time exist? What gives rise to matter?
And one day, long after I’d left the lecture halls behind, those questions came rushing back with a force I couldn’t ignore.

After months of restlessness and quiet struggle, a single idea emerged. I followed it. I shaped it. I began constructing a theory — not as a physicist, but as someone who refuses to stop asking, even when no one is listening.

Yes, this theory might be full of flaws. It might collapse under scrutiny.
But I don't care.
Because this is my angles on the universe. And if through it I can arrive at answers that satisfy the questions I’ve carried for a lifetime, then that is enough.

I will keep asking. I will keep building. I will keep breaking and starting over.

This is where it begins — again.