As Hiro and Master Koji sat together in the garden, the world seemed to slow dow

As Hiro and Master Koji sat together in the garden, the world seemed to slow down. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the temple grounds. The light filtered through the leaves, creating patterns on the ground that danced with the breeze. Hiro could feel the tension in his body start to ease as he observed the serene surroundings, but the questions in his heart remained. He looked at Master Koji, who was quietly sipping tea, his eyes closed as if savoring the moment. Koji’s attire was simple yet elegant—a soft brown robe that flowed gently around him, with a sash tied loosely at his waist. His presence was like the stillness of a pond, undisturbed by the ripples of the world outside. Hiro, in contrast, was still wrestling with his inner turmoil, the dark blue of his kimono reflecting the storm within. Finally, Hiro spoke, his voice hesitant but filled with the urgency of someone seeking answers. “Master Koji, I’ve come to you because… I don’t understand why life is so unpredictable, why everything changes before I can grasp it. How can I find peace in such a world?” Koji opened his eyes slowly, setting down his tea. He looked at Hiro with a gaze that was both penetrating and compassionate. “Change is the essence of life, Hiro,” he began, his voice gentle but firm. “To find peace, one must not fight against the current, but learn to flow with it. Let us explore this together give white hair and white beard to master koji