To not feel chosen,
To feel obsolete before your feet have even touched the ground.
The grief of the savoir child is the same as an unwanted child:
You will never fulfill your internalized destiny.
So turn towards, with grace and ease.
Turn towards with unrelenting belief.
Turn towards as the mother who always wanted you,
Just the way you are,
As she wanted herself.
Your presence here matters.
For in the end, you are a savoir.
But only when you allow yourself
To turn towards.