Message Intended for the Ancestors

To those who walked before me—
whose hands tilled the land,
whose silence held grief I could never name,
whose sacrifices wove the ground beneath my feet—
I speak now.

I have carried your hopes,
sometimes not knowing they weren’t mine.
I have walked in your name,
even when the path wounded my soul.

I am not turning my back on you. I am turning my face toward truth.

This phase of life calls me to release—
not to forget you,
but to walk forward with lighter steps.

The land has spoken to me. And I have listened. But now I must listen to the voice within me too— the one you passed down through blood and breath.

If I let go,
know that it is not rejection.
It is return.
To myself.
To freedom.
To the one you dreamed of, but may not have had the chance to become.

May you walk with me—not as weight, but as wind. Not as boundary, but as blessing.

Thank you.
I go now, in peace.

—Vipul