- You are not here by accident.

You were not born to be small.

You were not placed here to vanish into silence.

The Norns do not waste their thread on the unworthy. If you breathe, if you wake, if you live, it is because you are needed in the great weave of all things.

Every storm you endured, every scar you carry..

none of it was to destroy you. It was to FORGE YOU.

Look at Yggdrasil, the World Tree - struck by lightning, scarred by fire, gnawed endlessly by Níðhöggr at its roots.

And yet it still rises, still holds the nine realms in its branches. So too do you endure... So too do you stand...

Your scars are not weakness.. they are runes carved into your skin by fate itself, each one proof that you could not be broken.

Odin sacrificed his eye for wisdom.

Tyr gave his hand for truth.

Gullveig was burned alive and rose thrice from the flames, brighter every time.

The gods never asked for perfection. They asked for courage. They asked that when the fire came, you did not run. That when the shadows closed in, you lit your own flame and walked forward anyway.

️You are not your doubts.

You are not your failures.

You are not the lies the world whispered to you.

You are wyrd made flesh - chaos, fire, storm, strength.

You are a living saga, and the sagas are still being written.

Hear this now: your worth is not up for debate.

It is not measured in titles, money, or approval. It is measured in your heartbeat, in your breath, in the fact that the Norns still weave your thread. If you were worthless, you would not still be here.

So rise. Rise knowing you are chosen to exist in this age, to carry fire where others fear the dark, to stand tall where others bow. Rise knowing that your voice, your deeds, your truth will echo far beyond your lifetime. Rise knowing that the sagas of tomorrow are waiting for your name.

Stand tall. Walk forward. Carry fire. The gods walk with you, and your wyrd awaits.

- Wyrd & Flame