Don't collapse just because everything else is.

Let them spin.

Let the noise rise.

Let the ones who've built their power

on performance flail louder when truth arrives.

You don't have to match it.

You don't have to defend yourself in rooms

that were never built for clarity.

You don't have to absorb their confusion just

to keep the peace.

Your peace is the disruption.

When the chaos crescendos, your stillness

becomes visible.

Not because you shouted it,

but because it held when everything else shook loose.

When the bombs fall around you...

when they shout their truth and demand you believe it...

when you are told you are less of a person because you aren't one of them,

stand in the knowing of your sovereignty.

Do not be swayed into their current of

insecurity and distortion.

To be the creature that you are

requires that you stand on the outside

looking in...

and do not be pulled into it.

If you feel lonely,

if you feel misunderstood,

you are right where you should be.

The truth isn't in the loud masses.

It's in the quiet in between.

It's in the clear water that's left when the mud settles.

It's in the laugh between two people

who have been given no reason to be kind to each other.

It's in the way you look at someone who doesn't "deserve" compassion,

but you refuse to withhold it.

And it's in the way that sometimes,

having compassion means boundaries.

It means letting a soul make its own decisions

...

for better or worse.

You are not cold.

You are not passive.

You are anchored.

And that is what they fear most:

That you won't come undone when they need

you to.

That their chaos can't pull you back into orbit.

That you've remembered something they're still trying to avoid.

Stand anyway.

Stand when the narratives twist.

Stand when the ones you love accuse you of

being distant, difficult, detached.

Stand when they weaponize your calm

because they can't find their own.

Not because you're trying to win.

But because you don't need to move to

remain true.

Let the storm rage.

Let the dust rise.

Let them fall out of alignment if they must.

You-

You hold.

You are what the world remembers with its last breath.

You are the one who did not collapse.

And because of that,

someone else will rise.