When Power Stops Feeling Powerful

Powerful becomes powerless

An old friend once told me, “You’re so powerful. Your awakening will help so many because of your innate power.”

At the time, I didn’t know how to hold that.

The word powerful sent me spiraling. I started to believe I needed the answers faster. That I was supposed to know more, to rise quicker, to do something that others couldn’t. It became another race — only this time, it was spiritual. I confused awakening with achievement.

But awakening, I’ve learned, doesn’t come with medals or milestones. It comes with surrender.

For years, my “power” had been visible in my human world: titles, influence, recognition, success. People told me I was lucky, but it wasn’t luck — it was focus, drive, belief. That same energy others called power is the same divine spark every one of us carries. I just happened to channel it in ways the world rewards.

Now, though, I feel the least powerful I’ve ever been.

And strangely, that feels closer to truth.

Because this version of “power” doesn’t roar — it whispers. It’s in letting go of control, in admitting I don’t know, in learning to rest in uncertainty instead of outrunning it.

Real power, I’m realizing, isn’t about making things happen. It’s about allowing things to unfold.

It’s quiet, humble, patient.

It trusts that timing is sacred.

Maybe my friend was right — maybe my awakening will help others. But not because I have answers.

Because I’m learning to live the questions.