A Long and Exciting Journey - The Art of Living

My name is Hyuga Amir. While the name of the author may not be crucial, understanding who I am, the person writing this message, might hold value for you, the one reading this book. This story can be told in various ways, and this is one of them.

Spain, Iran, Japan. From a very young age, I have been exposed to distant lands and cultures. Raised by completely different relatives and acquaintances in each land and culture, my childhood and adolescence have been colored by travel and rich, transformative experiences. I remember, at the age of ten, taking a solo journey from Iran to Spain.

I have always pondered: What is the meaning of being here? What is the relationship between this universe and myself? Even if my death is still a distant event, why am I here, contemplating it now?

Between the ages of three and five, I realized that I was not what is commonly referred to as a normal child. Being normal was not happiness for me either. Before falling asleep, I earnestly pondered these things. While in the infinite space, my mind and heart couldn't grasp its boundlessness. Thinking about it, I found myself shrinking, and at a certain point, my mind would block, leading me into a deep sleep.

This repeated throughout my childhood. The only thing that brought inner freedom and space to my young heart was the sense of not belonging to anything. I had no sense of belonging to the place I was in.

I spent my early years with a Spanish mother born in Venezuela and an Iranian father. My childhood mirrored the experiences of many in this world - quirky, strange, painful, yet joyful experiences. I experienced a part of life with my parents, another large portion with my grandparents, and at times, I spent time and grew with distant relatives. The journey to maturity in my life can be described as, at the very least, exciting.