Deliciously Dyslexic

I feel that, in a world that often celebrates uniformity, being different can feel like dancing to a rhythm only you can hear. Yet, for those of us who walk the path of dyslexia, this uniqueness is not a burden but a gift a beautifully wrapped enigma waiting to be explored. We are the artists of our own narratives, painting with colors others might not see.

Life’s struggles, like the gentle shaping of a river stone, give us balance and direction. Each challenge is a locked door that we push open, as we speak about the hidden depths of issues many often overlook, guiding us toward our true purpose. We learn that our mistakes do not define us but refine us, chiseling away the rough edges to reveal our inner brilliance. Letting go of the misconceptions and limitations others impose is not the same as giving up; it is a liberation, a soaring above the clouds of doubt.

Age is but a number, a mere marker on the journey. Our spirit is limitless, bound not by the ticking of the clock but by the expanses of our imagination. In this journey, we uncover truths often uncomfortable, sometimes unclear and we embrace them with a divine, elegant grace. It is through this embrace that we find our true selves, unshackled and free.

A beautiful quote once written said “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why”. For those blessed with the deliciously dyslexic mind, this discovery is a symphony of insight and understanding. It is enough to light the way, to give us a reason to live with purpose and passion.

In this world of words and wonders, being deliciously dyslexic is not merely about seeing things differently; it is about experiencing life in vivid, extraordinary hues. It is our gift, our story, and our reason to shine.

Continue to be kind to one another and keep saving the planet earth - Savia Rocks ✨💜🍀🌎🎤