Ahhh … The Stories never birthed, the Books never lived, the Libraries never shared—the ultimate tragedy of life.
In this grand Library of Human Existence, we must become the authors of our own narratives. Not just characters in someone else’s tale. Not footnotes to another’s legacy. Our stories are ours to tell.
Yet so many die with their stories locked inside, imprisoned by fear, silence, or circumstance. A story unwritten is a life unlived.
Struggle is the ink of our existence. If we never claim our hardships, we surrender our authorship. But the greatest struggles forge the most unforgettable stories. And stories belong to the strong.
My own began with a wound—the primal cut of adoption. My mother was not allowed to see or touch me when I was born. That absence shaped my existence, whispering into every decision, every emotion, every longing. But I refuse to be a ghost in my own book. I refuse to let my story be stolen by silence.
History is lined with those who turned their pain into power:
J.K. Rowling, who alchemized poverty and depression into one of the most beloved stories of all time.
Malala Yousafzai, who turned an assassination attempt into an unbreakable voice for education and freedom.
They did not surrender their narratives. They wielded them. And so will I.
What about you?
Your story is waiting to be told. Your pain is waiting to be transformed. What will you make of it? What chapter will you write next?
Pick up the pen. Take the power. Tell your story.
The world needs it.
