For a long time, I lived life like a passenger — reacting, adjusting, surviving.
This chapter began when I finally grabbed the pen.
I stopped waiting for motivation and started creating discipline.
I stopped seeking approval and started building confidence.
I stopped letting fears decide my path and began rewriting my story.
Becoming the author of your life doesn’t mean knowing every next step — it means owning every next step.
This chapter reminds me every day: your life is not happening to you — it is happening through you.

Lesson: Write your story before someone else writes it for you.