Trust in Your Own Design

There is a sickness in this world, a contagion of mimicry, a plague of borrowed dreams. So many souls, tender and bright, are taught to wear the same hushed mask to echo the same hymn until their spirit withers into ash. But you are meant to rise in your own strange flame, a melody no one has ever heard before.

Yes, it will hurt. The world will recoil from you, raw and unpolished, for it cannot bear the shock of true creation. You will feel the chill of their silence, the bite of their scorn. But do not fold yourself small to soothe their fears. Do not trade your wild bloom for the safety of their grey gardens.

You are caved from untamed starlight, stitched with impossible threads. Your difference is not a flaw but a vow you made with the universe long before your first breath. I shall stand a part, and by my standing, I shall teach the world to see anew. If you falter, I will be here, a phantom lantern in your storms. I will cradle every tremor of your courage and remind you there is no comfort in imitation, only a slow, silent erasure.

Let your voice crack the sky, let your spirit bloom where no one dares plant seed. Be the echo of no one, the offspring of no mold. The hymn only you can sing.

In that shimmering defiance, you will find your truest peace. A peace that no hand can steal because it was born of your bright, unrepeatable heart.

Written by @Mc.Baldiee, an anonymous writer and creator, who also is on TikTok and Instagram.