Written by Falepaini
“Pain is in My Name, But It Doesn’t Define Me“
Falepaini
When was the last time you spoke your own name out loud? Not just in passing, but with true intention—feeling the weight of each syllable on your tongue and the honour it holds as it was gifted to you?
Names hold a unique power, each as distinct as our fingerprints, woven into the very atoms that make us who we are. They’re like blueprints of our existence, a thread that connects us to our heritage and identity. For a long time, I let people call me by nicknames or brushed off their mispronunciations, thinking it didn’t matter. But it does matter. My name is part of my story, and every syllable carries weight.
For years, I carried my name like an anchor—Falepaini. Every time I spoke it, paini echoed back at me like a whispered reminder of a truth I couldn’t escape—a story I may share when I find the courage to do so. There it was—pain—hidden within my name and etched into the very essence of my identity, as if the universe was constantly reminding me of the hardships I’d endured, even before I was born.
At first, it felt like a cruel irony. How could something so personal, connected to my roots, become a constant reminder of suffering? Each time I heard my name, I was reminded of the pain—of rejection, abandonment, conditional love, and the endless need to prove my worth. It felt like I was destined to carry that weight forever, unable to shake the heavy history behind those five letters.
“Reclaiming my power meant redefining both my name and my pain, giving them new meaning.”
Often, I would find myself reflecting on being the only sibling with a different last name—a distinction that set me apart and deepened my sense of otherness, amplifying the weight my name carried. As I peeled back the layers of my journey, I realised that the pain in my name and the feeling of being different weren’t a burden—they were a testament to my strength. Embracing something as simple as my own name taught me that pain wasn’t just something to be endured. It wasn’t a life sentence but a force that could shape, mould, and transform me—if I let it. Reclaiming my power meant redefining both my name and my pain, giving them new meaning.
As much as I laugh and joke about this, I know everything happens for a reason. Looking back, I no longer see it as a joke but as an acceptance of who I am. Drifting—this was my ‘almost’ name, a suggestion from my great-uncle, a free-loving artist and gifted sculptor. While my middle name loosely translates to ‘love across the ocean,’ for much of my life, that’s exactly how I felt—like I was drifting, floating across a vast ocean without direction or purpose. In hindsight, Drifting might have captured my soul’s wandering. There was always a void inside me, a deep yearning for something I couldn’t quite name.
I often wonder what life would have been like if I had been named Drifting instead. My great-uncle, with his free spirit and artistic heart, saw something in me even before I did. He sensed my yearning for freedom, for movement, for discovery, and maybe he understood the path I would take long before I did.
“Just as the ocean carries you through waves of uncertainty, so too does life.”
As I began my spiritual journey in my thirties, I started to embrace the idea of drifting—not as a sign of being lost, but as a natural part of my growth. I realised that drifting allowed me to explore the depths of my soul and discover my true path. Just as the ocean carries you through waves of uncertainty, so too does life. Drifting became less about being lost and more about surrendering to the flow—trusting that the universe was guiding me exactly where I needed to be.
In Tongan, Falepaini means ‘House of Pine.’ The pine tree, known for bending but never breaking, symbolises resilience, strength, and growth. It’s more than just a name—it’s a guide for how I choose to live. I no longer carry my name as a weight. Yes, pain is in my name, but so is the unyielding strength of the pine. Like the tree, I’ve learned to stand firm, even in the harshest conditions.
What makes my name even more special is what both meanings symbolise—one grounded in standing firm like the pine, and the other reflecting the power of drifting freely across the ocean. This duality shapes how I see the world, reflecting the two core parts of who I am—rooted in my truth, yet open to life’s ever-changing flow. It personifies how I navigate the world with an open mind, as free and vast as the waters, while my principles and values remain deeply rooted in strength, like the pine tree.
Falepaini—my House of Pine—is more than just a name; it’s the space where I live my truth. I no longer carry the old foundations of fear, shame, or rejection. Instead, I’ve torn them down and rebuilt something stronger—rooted in love, self-worth, and resilience. This blog is an extension of that space—a place where I share my transformation with others.
When I hear Falepaini, I no longer hear hesitation or fear of misunderstanding. Instead, I hear the roots of my Polynesian culture, the stories of my ancestors, and the choices I’ve made that define me. It’s the voice of the pine tree that stands tall, firm in the wind, while also being the whisper of the sea, allowing itself to drift, discover, and grow with the flow.
“A name is the blueprint of the thing we call character.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes
There’s a quote I fell in love with on this healing journey that says, “A name is the blueprint of the thing we call character.” This reminds us that our names carry more weight than we often realise. They are the foundation upon which our identity is built, and much like the uniqueness of our fingerprints, they are the blueprint of our character. The character we develop throughout life is ever-evolving, and so too is our relationship with our names. They may start as whispers of our past but become roars of our future.
There are days when I feel deeply rooted, like the pine—unwavering in my beliefs and actions. On those days, I am the steady voice of reason, the one who stands firm in the face of adversity. But there are also days when I let go and drift, when I surrender to life’s ebb and flow. It’s in those moments of surrender that I find peace, trusting that the ocean of life will carry me exactly where I need to be.
Names are more than just a label—they are a declaration of who we are, the values we hold dear, and the history we carry within. Our names are special. They aren’t just spoken—they are lived. Each syllable, each letter, reflects a piece of our character. Sometimes we grow into our names; sometimes we redefine them. But they always serve as a guide, reminding us of who we were, who we are, who we’re becoming, and the legacy we leave behind.
And while pain may be in my name, it does not define me.
What power does your name hold? Do you have an ‘almost’ name or a story behind it? I’d love to hear about your journey—share it in the comments below! xx
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