Bibian — Norai

Lately, my faith has been pulling me back to this. The verse that keeps echoing in my chest is "Blessed are the meek." Not the powerful. Not the aggressive. The meek.

October 26, 2023

The Quiet Rebellion of Staying Soft

I’ve been so busy trying to be a "Boss" that I forgot to just be me . The me who writes poetry at 2 AM. The me who buys flowers just because they are pink. The me who believes that people are mostly good, even after being let down.

There is this unspoken pressure to be hard. To be tough. To have skin like leather and a heart that doesn’t flinch. bibian norai

Let’s be soft together. It’s the bravest thing we’ll ever do.

I look at my daughter, and I see it. She falls down seven times, but she gets up—not with a clenched fist, but with open arms reaching for a hug. She doesn't mask her tears. She doesn't apologize for needing me. Lately, my faith has been pulling me back to this

But what if the real strength is the opposite?

You don't have to be a storm to be remembered. You can be the rain. Gentle. Needed. Life-giving. The meek

Bibian P.S. What is one way you are choosing softness this week? Tell me in the comments. I read every single one when I’m nursing the little one at 3 AM.

So here is my rebellion for this season: I am going to stop apologizing for my sensitivity. I am going to stop treating my gentleness like a flaw to be edited out. I am going to hold space for the sad days instead of Instagram-filtering them into happiness.