It’s curious, isn’t it, how the same stars that guided caravans and ships have become data points in an endless stream of digital charts? In those days the navigator’s hand was steady on the compass, his eyes on the sky, and his mind filled with the memory of a dozen constellations. We rely now on satellites and algorithms that hum quietly in our pockets, yet when the signal fails, we still remember that a clear night can point the way. It reminds me that the true navigation of life is less about the instruments we carry and more about the wisdom we keep in our own sight.