The Light Is Not In Their Silence

It is 3:47 AM. The house is silent, but your thumb is already moving, scrolling through a life that does not include you, looking for a clue, a hint, a sign that they miss you too.

You are searching for your worth in the static of someone else's feed, hoping a pixel will tell you that you are loved. But the light does not live in their posts.

It does not live in their silence. It lives within you, waiting to be recognized as your true home.

You have been looking outside for what has never left your chest. The kingdom is inside of you, and it is outside of you; you do not need to scroll to find it.

When you come to know yourself, you will be known by the One who sees you in the dark without a screen. Put the phone down.

The answer you are hunting for is not in their history. It is in your stillness.