Living your truth is ancient work.
Older than your name,
older than this lifetime,
older than every mask you ever learned to wear.
It’s the moment your soul
stops whispering
and starts ringing through your ribs
like a star calling itself home.
Vulnerability is the portal —
the crack in the human story
where the light you came from
leaks back in.
When you speak what’s real,
the universe rearranges itself
around your honesty.
Constellations shift.
Old timelines fall away.
The path you were meant for
lights up beneath your feet.
Truth doesn’t demand perfection.
It asks for presence.
For the courage to stand unarmored
in the gravity of your own knowing.
You are not becoming yourself.
You are remembering.
You are returning.
You are rising back into the shape
your soul has always held.
Living your truth is cosmic alignment —
a homecoming written in starlight,
waiting for you
to step back into it.