There was a time when I thought
something was wrong with me.

I reacted too deeply,
felt too much,
held on to things others forgot in minutes.
A single careless sentence could stay with me for days.

People said things like,
“You’re being too nice,”
or “You’ll get hurt living like that,”
and sometimes,
I almost believed them.

But there was always this small voice
that didn’t go away.
A quiet, stubborn one.

It said,
“No.
You weren’t wrong.
You were early.”

Early to feel.
Early to care.
Early to notice the things the world pretended not to see.

And strangely,
the Universe has started saying the same words back to me—
in its own way:

“Look.
The world is finally moving toward the place
you waited for.”

For the ones who hid themselves

You who stayed soft when the world asked you to be sharp,
you who stepped back so others could breathe,
you who kept your light under a coat
because someone once told you it was “too much”—

The age that required you to hide is ending.

Not metaphorically.
Not someday.
Now.

This is a time when doors open
only for those who show who they are.

The Universe is looking—quite literally—
for people who are willing
to be seen.

Because unseen people
can’t receive what is meant for them.

Miracles don’t know where to land
when the person they belong to
keeps disappearing into the background.

Why Light must meet Light

You’ve probably noticed this:

Groups built on fear or ambition
tend to gather quickly.
They stand together,
protect each other,
move like a single creature.

But people of Light?
We grew up scattered.
Quiet.
Second-guessing ourselves.
Trying not to take up space.

We avoided conflict,
and in doing so,
we often avoided each other.

But the Universe is saying,
very clearly:

“That pattern ends here.”

Light needs other Light.
Otherwise it flickers,
thinking it’s alone
when it was never meant to be.

This is the era where
your people start finding you—
if you let yourself be visible enough
to be found.

Reveal yourself.

Even a little.
Even gently.

Reach out to the ones
whose energy feels strangely familiar.
Say something simple like,
“Hey… I see you,”
or
“Let’s walk a bit of this together.”

Light recognizes itself faster
than you imagine.

And once that happens,
the Universe doesn’t hold back.
It gathers around that connection,
as if saying:

“Good.
You’re ready now.
Here—take the blessings too.”

A small declaration

Try whispering this—
or write it somewhere no one sees:

“I choose Light.”
“I refuse to hide.”
“I will show the truth of who I am.”

Feel how the air shifts when you say it.

What comes next
is joy.
Not the loud kind,
but the steady, growing type
that builds under your ribs.

Every year you spent doubting yourself
gets answered.
Every invisible wound
meets its counterpart in grace.

This is how a new age begins

Watch carefully.

When one person of Light
turns toward another,
and then another—
something in the world tilts.

Softly at first.
Then unmistakably.

And as you take
even one step forward,
the Universe leans in and says:

“Good.
From here on,
your people will find you.
Your laughter will increase.
Your life will brighten in ways
you stopped expecting.
Because the moment you chose Light,
Light chose you back.”

The Age of Light
is no longer approaching.

It has begun.

🜂 May (Yeon Seo-on)