Title: Together, We Make Sense - by Aishath Lana Shalam We are not meant to be the same. Like sunsets and waves, We rise and fall in different rhythms. Some of us shine bright, some of us are quiet as dusk but each of us matters. Perfection isn’t one shape, one face, one way of being. It’s in the way we all carry our own colours, our own voices, our own truths. One person may be a melody that lingers in the mind, another a flower that blooms when the world is ready. One is the wind on a summer day, another the calm after the storm. Together, we are a harmony made of differences. So don’t hide yourself trying to be what you are not. Your place is yours alone without it, we are not whole. We are perfectly imperfect, each of us a piece of something greater. And when we stand together with all our highs and lows, our brightness and our shadows we become a mosaic  that only makes sense as one.