Dear Reader: INVICTUS

Dear Me,  

(A letter to my younger self)

You’ll come to find that life is what you make it.

You are the artist, the architect, the author.

You hold the brush, the blueprint, the pen.

So, choose to make it spectacular.

Choose to live large—not in noise, but in meaning.

Choose to see beauty, even when the world feels bruised.

Choose laughter, even when your heart aches. Choose joy, even when it’s quiet and hard to find. Choose love, especially when it feels risky.

You’ll learn that pain is part of the landscape— but it doesn’t have to be the whole view. There will be days when the sky feels heavy, when your thoughts feel like thunder, and your spirit like a house with no windows.

But even then, you get to choose.

You get to choose whether to sit in the dark or light a candle with whatever spark you have left.

You get to choose whether to close the door or open it to someone who might understand.

Free will is your birthright. It’s the quiet superpower no one can take from you.

And every time you choose hope over despair, kindness over bitterness, growth over stagnation— you rewrite your story.

So, write boldly.

Live gently.

And never forget, you are not a victim of circumstance. You are a creator of possibility.

Choose the spectacular. Choose the light. Choose you.

You were born to be an original, don't die a photocopy.

Love,

Me <3

P.S.: It gets better, and love, the real kind, always wins.

I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul -William Ernest Henley