Your story is yours to shape

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Yes, that’s right. Each of us has a choice in how we live our lives, no matter what cards we’re dealt. Some hands may be harder than others, but the power to decide how we respond. To rise, to endure, to create meaning—is always ours.

Life isn’t defined by the cards themselves. It’s defined by the courage to play them with intention.

Every day, we’re given small choices: to nurture peace instead of conflict, to create instead of compare, to move forward instead of stay stuck. These choices may seem ordinary, but together they shape the story of who we are becoming.

So choose boldly. Choose gently. Choose in a way that feels true to you, because your life is yours to shape.

You have a choice.


-E.


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