Who am I?

I am part ancestors, part experience.

I am the echo of every voice that came before me, a living archive of their struggles, dreams, rituals, and choices, coded in blood, breath, and memory.

I am the sum of a thousand stories I never heard but somehow still remember.

I am also what I’ve touched, feared, loved, and lost.

I’m the moments that broke me and the ones that rebuilt me. I am choices made under pressure, and truths that arrived in silence.

I am the laughter of my friends, the smile of baby and the pain of those I don’t like.

I am the ideas I’ve outgrown and the beliefs I still carry like sacred stones.

And still, I am not finished.

I am potential in motion. A question wearing skin. A becoming that I am yet to witness.

And I can’t be more grateful for what is.