Lucent

We are taught how to move before we are taught who we are. So we follow. The rhythm of expectation, the voices of the crowd, the quiet machinery of becoming what the world has already imagined for us. Until one day, a question rises above the noise: Who am I, when no one else is answering for me? And so begins the departure. We seek knowledge. We question what once seemed unquestionable. We separate what we were told to desire from what our spirit truly reaches toward. Slowly, a path appears. Not because the world becomes quieter, but because we have learned to hear ourselves within it. And there, among the movement of countless lives, we stand differently. Not above others, but awake among them. The noise remains. The world continues turning. Yet something within us has become still, certain, luminous. And once we have found that light, we no longer need the crowd to tell us where to go. We become our own direction.