In a world predicated on homogeny, it is easy to lose our voice in the stories we tell, opting for abbreviated versions that fit the narrative of sameness. We lose our storied identity when we allow our voice to be drowned out by the hive. Rather than choosing our words, our stories are ghostwritten by history and doubt. To be one’s own author is to know who we are, see where we are, and map the challenging terrain forward. Writing chapters as makers of time, change, and progression.
It is through the process of creating, we build an authentic life of purpose and contribution. A life of beauty and fulfillment, though difficult as life is, attainable through the ongoing process of self-awareness, creative endeavor, and the persistence of trying.