Greatness is not a roar but a whisper, the kind that lingers in the spaces between movements, in the pauses between words, in the unseen hours when no one is applauding. It is not measured in trophies or titles but in the lives quietly changed, the bridges silently built, the wisdom passed on without fanfare.

The ancient words “Some were born great, some have greatness thrust upon them” have echoed through centuries, often evoking images of destiny and fate.  But beneath this poetic duality lies a deeper truth about courage, the force that turns potential into action, whether that potential arrives as a birthright or burden.  Courage, it seems, is both the flame we carry, and the spark stuck from life’s friction.