Sacred Reflection

I didn’t understand surrender.

I thought it was weakness—

a giving up,

a fading out,

too soft to survive.

So I worshipped willpower.

Built a life with my own two hands.

Accumulated, achieved, endured.

The mansion.

The marriage.

The mirrors of success.

But behind the curtain, I was crumbling.

Exhausted.

Traumatized.

Numb.

All I wanted was to be loved.

And then, surrender came.

Not as defeat—

but as a doorway.

A whisper from the soul saying,

“There’s a bigger picture you can’t yet see.”

I let it all fall.

I released the illusion.

I got a tattoo on my right foot:

surrender.

So every step I take,I remember the vow—

To walk with trust.

To be led.

To follow the pulse of the divine within.

I still act.

I still show up.

I still move.

But now—

my compass is my captain.

My impulse is my oracle.

And my life is no longer built from force,

but from flow.

This is not weakness.

This is wisdom.

This is surrender.