Perfect. Precise. Predictable.

 I held on tightly to the script of my life — editing, re-editing, directing every scene.

 I thought that was strength. I thought that was how to succeed.

But lately, a different truth has been whispering to me.

“The play begins when you stop trying to control the script.”

It hit me like a quiet epiphany.

As I start this new chapter — turning my stories into film — I find myself surrounded by a team of brilliant, creative minds.

 They bring ideas I never would have imagined.

 But the old part of me wants to shape everything… my way.

 The perfectionist. The protector. The one afraid of letting go.

And yet, I realize… real art is born when we stop micromanaging magic.

 When we stop strangling the moment with control.

 When we trust the team.

 When we surrender to the flow.

This is my reminder to myself:

 You’ve come far, Terence.

 You’ve written books from the ashes of pain.

 You’ve turned silence into stories, weakness into strength.

Now it’s time to do the bravest thing yet —

 Step back.

 Listen.

 Let others shape the vision with you.

 Let the film breathe. Let it surprise you.

 Let it teach you something new.

Because the most powerful stories are never told alone.

From this day on, I choose to loosen my grip.

 Not because I’ve lost control,

 but because I’ve finally gained the courage to let the story lead.

The play begins now.