Tunggul Barkat, Indonesia

I am not a fighter, nor a survivor.
I am simply a wanderer, savoring each step of life.

As a stage-4 lung cancer wanderer, life feels like tracing a mountain path. There are days when the road is silent and wrapped in mist, when each step feels heavy and the way ahead is barely visible. There are also days when the path is crowded with the stories of fellow wanderers—stories that make the heart beat faster when one feels deeply understood, or slow down when listening to wounds that feel all too familiar.

Along this journey, there are beauties far too precious to pass by, and there are things that must be left behind. Yet beneath it all, there is the hand of the True Companion, faithfully walking alongside—sharing each step of suffering and gently transforming it into steps of hope.

One day, this journey will reach its summit: every weariness laid down, until only awe remains—unspoken, except by closing one’s eyes, releasing a breath, and resting in the eternal embrace of the True Companion.