At first, I thought I didn’t matter at all, and I want to say that if you too ever feel that way, it is alright. During my early days as a teenager, my voice was too trivial to be heard. I didn’t find meaning to the words of inspiration I accord to myself. So then, I kept searching for robust and more relevant voices that will speak and assure me that my voice actually matters after all. However, I don’t blame myself too much because growing up as a rural girl, I wasn’t fortunate enough to find a role model in my neighborhood.
Do not allow fear into your life. Fear kills your dreams, hopes, and aspirations. Fear kills you entirely and leaves no traces of elements that can revive you. In this regard, you are only a dead walking living creature. I have always preferred a physical wound on any part of my body instead of an emotional wound. When fear kills all in you, it leaves effects like emotional injury, psychological scars, mental disturbances, unstable relationships and conditions that no one can see and help you.
Growing up, life circumstances have taught me diverse lessons. These lessons have shaped the way I think, perceive things and consequently how I do them. Among the lessons, I share three of them.
Firstly, I have learned to be the owner of my story. You can never own what someone else experienced or possess what is theirs. You can only attribute your success stories and experiences through your contact and connection with other people. But that personal encounters belong to you and only you alone.