This Day Old

Mystic Journal Entry

They told me to be nice – to smile on cue, speak softly, and bend myself to fit their comfort.
For a while, I believed them. I wore their version of virtue like a borrowed robe.

But niceness is not a virtue – not truly.
It’s a mirror, polished by other people’s expectations.
It’s approval chasing in disguise.

Authenticity – now that is sacred.
It’s the voice of the soul, unedited.
It’s messy, radiant, raw… and real.

Being nice silenced me.
Being authentic liberates me.

So I rewrite their script with my own hand.
No longer will I perform to be liked.
I will speak with truth, walk in clarity, and burn with the flame of who I truly am.

I choose soul over safety.
Truth over tradition.
And the pulse of my spirit over the applause of the crowd.

This is my vow:
From this moment, I return to myself.