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The Power of Voice


 In today's world, there is a powerful drive to make significant strides and become a notable presence. As a result, we observe an increase in individuals engaging in various activities to gain visibility or attention. 

This phenomenon encompasses both commendable actions as well as regrettable or needless behaviors especially on social media. It reflects the current era, characterized by a growing awareness and appreciation of the potency and influence of individual and collective voices. 

Witnessing this awakening is truly remarkable, but to stay relevant in these evolving times, it is essential to conduct a personal reevaluation of our motivations and sources of inspiration to form a propellant for the message we want to amplify least our voice be lost in the multitude of voices.

I leave you today with a few thought-provoking questions. If you had the ability to effect positive change in the world, what aspect would you prioritize changing? Furthermore, what specific actions would you take to initiate that change starting from now?

Always remember, your voice is POWERFUL, your message is CRUCIAL and change is POSSIBLE 

Ifedolapo 

Comments

  1. AnonymousJuly 15, 2024 at 9:26 PM

    Yep, emphasis on “your”. Staying true to one’s self is extremely crucial to also making a difference.

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  2. Just don't knowAugust 23, 2024 at 9:39 PM

    This is a powerful message from a strong voice, and I can say that your posts have changed many readers.

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