only the scared ones will never make it

Priya returned to Srirangam after fifteen years abroad, her heart trembling. The temple towers gleamed unchanged, yet everything felt different. Her mother waited at the entrance, tears streaming. "I was terrified," Priya whispered, "that I'd lost myself in America." Her mother smiled. "Fear kept you humble. It brought you home." That evening, the community gathered. They celebrated not just her success, but her courage to face uncertainty. Priya realized her ancestors had crossed oceans with similar doubts, their bravery woven into her DNA. She wasn't alone. She never had been.