When we are children, we believe in magic without effort.
We speak our truth without rehearsing it.
We fall, we cry, we get up again.
Somewhere along the way, we are taught to shrink that instinct.
We are told to be realistic. Practical. Careful.
And slowly, we forget.
But here is what I have learned in ninety years of living:
Your superpower was never taken from you. It was simply buried beneath fear, expectation, and comparison.
Your superpower is not flying.
It is not perfection.
It is not being the loudest voice in the room.
It is the quiet, steady knowing that you matter.
It is resilience.
It is kindness when it would be easier to harden.
It is courage when no one is watching.
You do not need to become someone new.
You only need to return to who you have always been.
That is where the power lives.
And it has been waiting patiently for you.