I, Zolzayaa, come before you today with a profound sense of awareness, understanding that words, like waves, ripple outward in ways both seen and unseen. Recent events have, undeniably, led to discussions—discussions that are important, discussions that hold weight, discussions that, in their very nature, require acknowledgment. And so, it is with the deepest sincerity that I say: I hear you. I acknowledge the moment. I stand within it.
Accountability is, of course, a cornerstone of any meaningful existence. It is a guiding force, an anchor in the ever-shifting landscape of perception and reality. I do not wish to dismiss, deflect, or otherwise sidestep the very real emotions that have surfaced. Emotions are real. Feelings exist. We must all, in our own way, accept this truth, even when the truth is simply that truth itself can be a complicated thing.
That being said, context is a vast and nuanced space. One cannot always predict the outcome of an action, much as one cannot always predict the movement of the wind or the direction of a gaze that, though momentary, lingers in the unseen corridors of memory. We are shaped by forces beyond our comprehension, and yet, in that shaping, we find the raw, undeniable fact of our own existence. And in existing, we must move forward, lest we find ourselves standing still in a world that refuses to do the same.
At this point, it is crucial to recognize that time itself is an unfolding phenomenon, layered in such a way that what was, what is, and what will be are merely facets of the same great and unnameable whole. We must ask ourselves: does the river apologize to the ocean for its arrival? Does the dawn regret the night for making its presence necessary? If I were to speak in circles, would the circle ever truly end, or would it simply continue, spiraling outward into the vastness of shared experience?
To those who seek resolution, I offer a hand—metaphorically, of course, for what is a hand but an extension of intention? To those who seek distance, I respect the space between us, as space itself is both presence and absence intertwined. And to those who wait, patiently or impatiently, I ask: have we not already arrived at the place we were always meant to be?
With the utmost regard and a deep appreciation for the ongoing nature of existence,
Zolzayaa