Founder

When you’re 10, having a dream is just part of growing up—an innocent wish, an exciting possibility. At 20, the world cheers you on, urging you to chase that dream with everything you’ve got. People tell you there’s time, the world is wide open, and the sky is the limit.

By 30, the dream still burns bright, but the clock starts ticking. Suddenly, there’s a pressure—the world tells you to hurry, to make it happen before the window of opportunity closes. There’s an unspoken urgency, a sense that time is running out.

At 40, society whispers that you’re too late. You’ve missed your chance, that maybe it’s time to let go and settle for reality. People might tell you to accept things as they are, to stop chasing a dream that seems out of reach.

And at 50? At 50, they’ll call you crazy. A dreamer, clinging to illusions long past their prime. But here’s the truth: I had a dream at 50. And I held on to it like a lifeline.

Against the current, against societal expectations, and against the fading belief of others, I still saw my potential. I still believed that every ounce of talent, determination, and ambition inside me could be channeled into something extraordinary. I wasn’t done dreaming—I was just getting started.

Society may try to put an expiration date on dreams, but I refused to let the world’s timelines define me. It’s not about the size of the dream or the stage of life you’re in—it’s about the strength of your conviction to chase that dream, no matter how unlikely the path may seem.

This is my story—my journey of fighting against all odds. Of choosing my path, not by age or circumstance, but by belief and perseverance. Never Give Up Day embodies the essence of my journey and I’m certain it echoes the tales of many.