The Quiet Pride of Where I’m From
Pride does not always need to shout. Sometimes it glows steady, like a lamp burning in a dark room—constant, warm, and unshaken by whether anyone notices.
I have learned to carry the place I come from without the need to announce it, to honor its lessons and its beauty without waiting for applause.
The world may not always see where you’re from as worthy of admiration. It may measure your origin against its own narrow standards and find it lacking.
But you will always know.
And that knowing—that quiet, unwavering pride—is enough to sustain you. It is the reminder that your roots run deep, even when others only see the surface.
