Today I realize that courage is not loud. Courage is not always standing on a stage with a powerful voice and no fear. Sometimes courage is simply remaining standing while someone speaks louder than you. Sometimes courage is feeling your hands tremble, yet still speaking your truth.
I notice how difficult it can be for me to stand up for my spiritual beliefs. Not because I do not feel what is true for me, but because the world often asks for proof, logic, or conformity. Especially when people become verbally aggressive or place themselves above me through status, hierarchy, or authority, I feel an old part of me wanting to shrink. Wanting to stay silent. Wanting to disappear.
But deep inside, I know my voice also has the right to exist.
Maybe that is the true lesson of courage: not defeating others, but no longer abandoning myself in their presence. My truth does not need to attack anyone in order to be real. My softness does not make me weak. My sensitivity is not a flaw. And my spirituality is not naïve, but simply the way my soul experiences the world.
I do not have to become harder in order to be strong. I am allowed to learn how to stand firmly without closing my heart. Perhaps true strength is not found in dominance, but in remaining loyal to myself when pressure, criticism, or intimidation invite me to betray who I am.
Today I choose to take myself seriously. To take my intuition seriously. To take my inner voice seriously.
And even if my voice still trembles at times, I speak anyway.
Because courage is born in the space where doubt and truth meet.
Syel’Ma Vey Na’Tuh 💜♾️💜