I always believed I was just an ordinary character in my own life story-someone just meant only to exist, but never truly shine. I chased dreams, took risks, and achieved more than anyone ever expected of me. But the more I reached for, the more it felt like an invisible force was holding me back. Setbacks came like crashing waves, failures stacked higher than I could bear, and I started to believe that maybe this was it. Maybe my story as a dreamer was over.

But in my darkest moments, when I was ready to give up, there was always a whisper-soft, but unshakable-"You are more than this". A voice deep inside me, refusing to quit.

And maybe that's why I started to write. To find meaning in the mess, to turn pain into purpose, to prove that my story isn't finished yet. Because in a world that keeps growing and changing, I've been given a chance-not just to write, but to dream again. To become more than I ever thought possible.