Our Story

A poem reminding us that while things outside our control can be unpredictable, we have the power to steer our own paths through the choices we make and the feelings we experience.

When the world holds its breath—
in those quiet moments—
that's when we really see ourselves.  
Each morning hands us a blank page, 
waiting for us to make our mark.  

Life's weird like that—
a book that keeps throwing curveballs. 
One minute you're caught in a downpour, 
the next enjoying a gentle breeze. 
Sometimes a stranger's laugh brightens your day, 
other times it’s the crushing silence of goodbye.  

But here's the thing,
in this crazy story, 
we're actually holding the pen.
We sketch our dreams in bold lines, 
pull characters from the shadows, 
and somehow weave hope 
through our messy days.

This is our story.
Every morning starts a new chapter.
Each heartbeat is like punctuation. 
And despite all the madness swirling around, 
we're still the ones writing this thing—
finding our way through unchartered territory 
with nothing but guts to guide us.

So we keep writing,
not with fancy words, 
but with the choices we make, 
through the people we love and lose, 
with that stubborn determination 
to flip the page and dive…
into whatever comes next.

Author’s Note

We are all the authors of our own stories, Petra. Certain twists and turns might be out of our control, but the overall tone and direction of the plot are ours to write. — The Journal of a Thousand Years by C.J. Archer

Those two lines sparked something in me.

“We are all the authors of our own stories," especially struck a chord—made me think about all the choices, big and small, that have led me here. It made me want to embrace all the messy, unknown parts of my journey instead of just the Instagram-worthy moments.

Sometimes I forget how much power I have in crafting my path.

Upcoming…

• A prose poem:

  Dali Land, 2 August 2025

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