What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
The most important thing I carry is this:
The belief that I can survive knowing the truth.
Not just the truth about others.
The truth about me.
It’s the thing that steadies me
when I want to explain, defend, prove, apologize, collapse, disappear.
Because truth doesn’t always feel good.
But it always feels clean.
And clean pain is something I can work with.
Some people carry optimism.
Others carry faith.
I carry truth like a blade I’ve learned to hold with reverence.
Not to wound—but to cut myself free when I get tangled in someone else’s story.
This belief weighs nothing.
But it has saved me more times than I can count.
When love ended. When people lied. When I had to begin again.
It told me: You’ll survive this. Because you didn’t abandon what was real.
And when I forget who I am –
it brings me back.
This reflection responds to the Daily Prompt:
“What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?”
And to the deeper lesson inside it:
“When everything is stripped away—what still protects you?”
— from the flame-lit mirror of Hellènic Muse
Hellènic Muse 