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Root 2 = 1.41421356…

It is endless.
It never repeats.
No one can ever write down its exact value.

That is why Root 2 is classified as an irrational number.

Because it doesn’t “fit” perfectly, it finds its own unique purpose.
To me, it feels like a piece of handcrafted pottery.

It’s not a straight line that leads directly to an answer.
It’s a path that winds and takes its time.
It’s not a problem to be solved with a quick calculation,
but a value to be understood slowly, over time.

In my youth, I always lived like the number 1.
Fast, direct, and focused only on the result.

But at some point, I began to live like Root 2.

A life that doesn’t fall neatly into place,
with an end that cannot be foreseen,
yet continues to flow without stopping.

I am at an age that cannot be explained precisely,
though it clearly exists;
an age that can be estimated,
but never fully measured.

That is why we are slower than before,
more cautious than before,
and we take the long way around to reflect.

In architecture, when raising a house or aligning pillars,
Root 2 is one of the most essential values.

Perhaps we, too, are standing in that same space—
supporting someone else’s life,
holding up a family,
and serving as a bridge to the next generation.

An age where it’s okay not to “fit” perfectly.
A time that is sufficient, even if not flawless.
Middle age, it seems, is the pillar of life.

Our lives aren’t lacking an answer;
they are simply deepening.
I want to tell myself that even this uncertainty
is just the process of firmly planting a pillar.

“Listen to the deepening autumn. Let the sound of the wind and the crickets settle into your heart.”

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