The Journey Behind the Diary of Parallel Serenadipity
There are moments in life that we think are lost forever—memories buried under years, choices we can’t undo, and love we believe has slipped beyond our reach. But sometimes, life has other plans.
Writing The Diary of Parallel Serendipity was never about creating a best-seller or proving anything to anyone. It was about telling a story that had been waiting inside me for decades, a story that demanded to be told. I never set out to be an author. In fact, if you had asked me years ago, I would have laughed at the idea. But looking back, I realize that I had been writing this book long before I ever put pen to paper.
Why I Wrote This Book
This is not just a love story—it’s a journey. It’s about the roads we take, the choices we make, and the paths that cross when we least expect them. It’s about how time doesn’t erase what truly matters, and how fate sometimes plays its own game, leading us back to where we were always meant to be. For many years, I carried this story inside me, unsure if it was meant to be shared. But as I looked back on my life, I realized something important: stories like this need to be told. Not because they are grand or extraordinary, but because they are real. “In reality, we find the kind of beauty that fiction often strives to capture.”
The Challenge of Writing My Own Story
Writing about your own life is not easy. At times, I found myself reliving emotions I thought I had long buried. The happiness, the pain, the uncertainty—it all came rushing back. But through it all, I kept one thing in mind: honesty. I didn’t want to write a polished, perfect version of events. I wanted to write the truth, exactly as it happened, exactly as I remember it.
I chose to use common language, the way I would speak to a friend. No fancy words, no unnecessary flourishes. Just the story, raw and real. Because that’s how life is—simple yet profound.
What I Hope Readers Will Take Away
More than anything, I hope my story reminds people that it’s never too late. It’s never too late to love, to dream, to take a chance, or to tell your own story. Life doesn’t move in straight lines—it bends, it twists, and sometimes it takes decades for things to make sense.
If my book can make even one person believe that their story is still unfolding, that there is still time for surprises, for love, for redemption—then writing it was worth it.
What’s Next?
I don’t know where this journey will take me next. Maybe I’ll write another book, maybe I’ll keep sharing my thoughts here on this blog, or maybe I’ll just let life surprise me again. But one thing is certain: I will keep trying, keep moving, and keep embracing whatever comes next.
Because in the end, that’s what life is about showing up, giving your best, and trusting that the next chapter is waiting, just beyond the page.
