Apr 29, 2025
History is not your prison. It’s your inheritance. And like all legacies, you get to decide what gets passed on and ends with you. Soon enough, you’ll likely feel the story shifting beneath your feet.
The names you were called. The scripts you were handed. They’re ripe for revision. Be the ancestor who breaks the spell. Be the whisper in the lineage that says, “We don’t have to keep repeating this.” Rewrite. Reclaim. Begin again.
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