Enduring Lives Amidst Dictators

During my many journeys through time, where numbers blur and years mingle like threads in a big tapestry, dictators have come and gone like summer storms. But let’s not focus solely on their brief reigns. The real beauty lies in the unbreakable spirit of the people they ruled.

As I stand here, merely observing this ever-spinning wheel, my existence stretching beyond one lifetime, I see myself as a simple writer. I jot down the stories of humanity with a pen filled with empathy. I don’t seek fame or recognition; I’m just a vessel through which stories flow—a vessel without grandeur or ego. It’s the tales of lives intertwined like ivy on the framework of time, stories filled with love, ambition, hope, and longing, that withstand the test of time.

So, let’s not fixate on the fleeting brilliance of any one star. Instead, let’s revel in the radiant constellation of countless souls, each shining brightly, a symphony of existence that echoes far beyond one’s own fleeting moments.