There was a time I moved through life half asleep, shaped by the noise of the world more than the truth within me.
Like many of us, I would perform before I had the chance to pause. To choose a role before I understood the weight of identity. To adapt, to impress, to survive. But beneath the layers of expectation, I began to feel the silence of something sacred-my own voice, patiently waiting to be heard.
The greatest gift I have given myself is the patience to learn who I am before committing to being someone I am not.
That kind of patience is not passive. It is radical. It means resisting the pressure to conform. It means sitting in discomfort when clarity has not yet come. It means honoring the process of becoming, even when it looks like stillness to the outside world.
This gift has come at a cost. Letting go of versions of myself I clung to just to feel accepted. Saying no when silence was easier. Choosing solitude over performance. But in return, I have found a depth that cannot be faked. A kind of truth that does not scream for attention. It just is.
I remember now that I am not here to be swallowed by the world but to move through it awake.
The world is loud. It will try to define you before you even know your name. But the soul knows. The ancestors know. The Divine knows. And when you slow down and listen, you will know too.
So be patient with your becoming.
There is no finish line.
There is only remembrance.
There is only truth.
And that truth will set you free.
Love,
Umi
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