The fear never goes away. It lurks around at every corner whispering your limitations in your own voice. and l have learnt, the trick is not to rebuke the fear, rather welcome it. question it, ask it why, and as it goes mute, tell it; I won’t let you tell my story.

Try. You will be embarrassed. Still try. They might not pay attention at first. Keep trying. You will fail too. Never stop trying. You might fall. Continue trying. You will bleed. Yet again, try. Keep in mind, no one remembers the laughter of the spectators like the journey of the man in the arena.

No one knows you like you know you. This will be your greatest challenge and blessing. You are a room and often people will define you by the part of the room they see. Still, your challenge will be to explore every part of you with courage. This is how you experience the blessings of being you, and if you let them define you, well, what a limited life that would be.

There is something about hope that waters my roots. Hope is the painter in the sky, splashing the rainbow with colors. It is water that moistens the clay in the hands of the potter. It is the joy felt from the lips of a child dreaming about the future. It is the only thing that fuels my faith and whispers to me saying; though the road is long and hard, my feet were made for walking.