They said success was a myth, something only the privileged could touch.
They whispered that rising from a small corner of the world to a global voice was a fantasy for dreamers.
But I am living proof: it is not a myth.
I started from the dust-covered corners of a quiet town, armed with nothing but a pen, a cracked screen phone, and faith stronger than my fears. I wrote when no one clapped. I posted when no one responded. I kept showing up in Hive’s little writing corners, on slow days, tired nights, and uncertain mornings.
People say discipline is hard to sustain without reward. That’s not a myth. It is hard.
But what is a myth is the idea that you need to wait for perfection to start.
You don’t. I didn’t.
The voice in your heart, the one telling you to try, to write, to speak, to begin, that voice is not lying to you. It’s calling out the truth. It’s reminding you that small beginnings can birth massive changes.
So no, it’s not a myth that an ordinary person can rise.
Not a myth that Hive can connect dreamers across continents.
Not a myth that your story, yes, yours, can matter to someone else.
Keep writing. Keep showing up.
Because hope is not a myth.
You are not a myth.
You're becoming the proof.