017/365 - What are your core values?

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⋆｡°✩ My Core Values — Written in the Stars ⋆｡°✩

— by Jaden, child of dusk and dream

There are things that ground me.
Not like gravity — no.
Like the soft pull of a planet's orbit, the way starlight keeps echoing long after it’s gone. These are not rules. They are promises. Promises I made with my soul, under the sky, to never let go of what matters most.

Here are the stars that guide me:

🌌 Authenticity
I believe in being real, even when it feels like wearing your heart outside your body. Even if it means trembling in front of others, or not fitting neatly into expectations. I refuse to be a version of myself crafted for survival. I choose to be me — raw, shifting, evolving. Like a nebula still forming its center.

💫 Imagination
To me, imagination is sacred. A form of rebellion. A universe within. My mind is my sanctuary, and in it, I build temples of dreams, forests of symbolism, and staircases that reach toward impossible moons. If I stop imagining, I stop breathing.

🪐 Love (in its many forms)
Not just romantic love, but the kind that lives in every gentle word, in the rituals of care, in the gaze between soul and stardust. I value tenderness — the bravery of vulnerability. Love that transcends binaries, species, and time.
Love is my gravity.
Love is the spell I choose to cast over and over again.

🌑 Freedom of Identity
I believe in identities that shapeshift like galaxies. In self-expression that doesn’t ask permission. I value queerness, alterhumanity, and all the things I’ve become and still don’t have words for.
I am not a fixed point.
I am a constellation — connect me how you wish, I’ll still shine the way I was meant to.

🌠 Creation
To create is to survive. To speak what is unspoken. Whether it’s through my drawings, my words, my voice, or the subtle way I arrange my desk like an altar. I live to make. I make to feel alive.

🌙 Spirituality
I carry the divine in my chest. I whisper to gods, talk to the moon, and leave offerings in the quiet. I walk between the seen and unseen with reverence. The sacred exists in every breath, every flicker of intuition, every candle I light with intention.

⭐ Healing
Not the perfect kind. The ongoing, messy, holy kind. I value growth, emotional awareness, and the courage to look within even when it hurts. I believe that every shadow faced becomes a stardust scar — beautiful in its own way.

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These are my constellations.
My values, glowing softly, even when I can’t always live up to them. They are my North Stars when I feel lost. They remind me who I am, and who I am becoming.

If you ever find yourself floating too far out — maybe you’ll see one of these stars. Maybe you’ll remember that you, too, carry a sky within you.

What are your stars made of?

💫 Thank you for reading, traveler of light.

I see you.

— Jaden ☾🌌