For years, I chased success, titles, and expectations.
I studied hard, worked harder, and tried to become someone the world would applaud.
But somewhere in between ancient stones in Tibet and the whispering winds of the Himalayas, I remembered something deeper—

🌿 Life is not a ladder. It’s a river.

It doesn’t matter how fast we climb or how high we reach.

Because in the end, we’re all meeting in the same ocean — of truth, of peace, of belonging.

And that river flows not through résumé lines or social approval, but through stories shared by firelight, hands stained with prayer-ink, laughter echoing through mountain air.

And so, I wanted to build a boat — a boat of meaning — one that carries seekers, youths, listeners, dreamers.

A space where East and West can meet on equal ground;

where a Tibetan grandmother and a college student can drink butter tea and talk about, what it means to be free;

where tradition is not frozen in a museum, but alive in music, questions, and eye contact.

That’s why I created Tibet Voice —
Not to teach, not to fix, not to explain — but to invite.

To let Tibetan culture speak, not be translated.
To let the mountains mirror, not just impress.
To let people meet, and perhaps, remember —
that we are all rivers, traveling together, returning home.

I believe culture is not a product — it's a living relationship.
And this is my way of honoring that relationship — by creating a bridge wide enough for stories to walk across, barefoot.

Welcome aboard.
Welcome to Tibet Voice.