POWER OF VOICE

 

Dreams become reality once we start to believe in ourselves. The path becomes visible, illuminated with knowledge, the coast becomes reachable with kind hearts and you become successful with your own hard work and efforts.

This is not the story of one; but the story of many. The story of surviving the days eclipsed with hopelessness, the voices sharp with sarcasm and the stares of disgust. The tears that trickle like a stream pooled to fill a sea where you could have drowned but the soft feeble voice of the loved ones jittering you and encouraging you. The voice that makes you believe in yourself, the voice that supports you no matter what the outside world thought about you, the voice that becomes your voice until you can speak again for yourself. Then there is a deafening silence but by then you have learned to swim across to reach the shore of bright future with the voice you find for yourself. You become the voice: one who speaks for many who are still learning to speak.

 

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