Hands, those enigmatic instruments of our corporeal existence, assume unparalleled significance in the human narrative. Beyond their utilitarian function, they embody a profound spectrum of emotions and actions. From the tactile exploration of our world to the creation of masterpieces, from the gentle caress of a loved one to the firm grasp of stability, our hands are conduits of expression, carriers of our life's narrative.

The genesis of this expedition lies in the recognition that the conventional sources of solace, such as parents, romantic partners, and even the elusive notion of self-identity, failed to bestow upon me the sanctuary I yearned for. This realization ignited a fervent pursuit: to unravel the intricate nuances of self-safety and foster an environment of tranquility within. Liberated from the shackles of dependency, my metamorphosis unfolded, gradually weaving a tapestry of confidence, security, and unabated happiness.

Culminating amidst the echoes of what was the most challenging year of my life, this journey unearthed a profound revelation about the nature of my attachments and identity. I discovered that, unwittingly, I had entrusted the ethereal concept of safety to the hands of others—those intricate appendages that define our humanity and orchestrate a symphony of emotions, connections, and actions.