TO ERR IS HUMAN

  If you think you don’t like reading, it’s because you haven’t truly learned it yet. Once reading is learned, it becomes anchored in five essential pillars: identity, intellect, skills, criticality, and joy. Reading to understand your identity, to explore oneself and the vast diversity of humanity… Reading to research and discover new knowledge that feeds your intellect and prepares you for life’s challenges… Reading to practice and master new skills essential for personal and professional growth… Reading to think critically, to understand, question, and disrupt the injustices and inequalities that entrap us between rebellion and imitation. And finally, reading to experience the joy of humanity’s beauty, sharing happiness, truth, and aesthetics while championing social change and advancement. Learning to read, developing a habit of reading, or teaching a child to read isn’t a task too daunting to overcome—it’s a blessing too immense to miss. Imagine the beauty of discovering ...

What is the joy of being an aspiring wordsmith? It is letting my creativity flow to ignite a symphony of emotions within my audience! I wake up every morning seeking to unleash my thoughts, my dreams, and my experiences through the rhythmic dance of words. Whatever words I have woven, that touch of potency to spark and set my soul on fire leaves me in my solemn haven. The lullaby of my expression invites me to slumber inexpressibly, cradled by the symbols of words. Their meaning can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart. I dream of forging bonds that transcend time and distance, stirring passion with words that resonate, forming connections that inspire and are inspired. What makes me a celebrant of the mosaic stitching of my words is the offering of a unique perspective and voice. I cherish the opportunity to encourage and uplift the creative spirit—to nurture kind words. So, with pen in hand and heart aglow, I revel in the magic of words, weaving a tapestry of em...

In my search, on my journey to conviction, I met confusion, called facts. I was enthused and excited by it. I said to myself, "Here, I have arrived." I was perpetually invigorated by the numbness I felt—not the numbers I lacked. I felt as though curiosity had been cured by security. But now, as I approach my best years, winding down my search, I must begin again. The wasted years can only be leaves of grass to grace. This is the one thing I said to myself: Never, never must I part from this path.