At our past.

 At people who didn’t believe in us.

 At setbacks, systems, even time.

But here's a truth that hit me as I looked up at the sky:

The biggest limit… is often ourselves.

I’ve lived through silence. A silence that came after my stroke.

 It robbed me of words, confidence, and my former self.

 There were days I doubted if I could ever express myself again—days I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognise who I was becoming.

But slowly, I began to see something powerful:

My healing began when I stopped seeing myself as broken.

Yes, recovery takes time.

 Yes, the world can be unkind.

 But it was my own belief—or lack of it—that often held me back the most.

When I chose to trust that I was still capable,

 when I picked up a pen to write,

 when I dared to draw, to speak, to show up again…

 my world shifted.

This photo? It’s more than clouds and blue skies.

 It’s me reminding myself that my limits are not in the sky.

 They were never out there.

 They were always within me—and now, I’ve outgrown them.

So to you reading this:

If you're waiting for permission—give it to yourself.

 If you’re doubting your strength—remember how far you've come.

 If you feel stuck—look up. And believe again.

Because you’re your only limit.

 And once you remove that, the sky truly is the beginning.

– Terence Ang