Your Joy Is Not A Betrayal

Morning asks you to wear a face that fits the room, even when your heart is humming a different song. You stand among those who are still mourning, terrified that your voice will crack with a happiness you didn't mean to show.

But the light inside you does not apologize for rising just because others are still in the dark. There was a moment in a quiet room where the light saw a paralyzed man lowered through a roof, and before any healing began, it simply said: 'Take heart.' It did not demand silence.

It did not ask you to dim your hope to make others comfortable. Your joy is not a betrayal of their grief; it is a sign that the winter is breaking.

If you bring forth what is within you—the life, the light, the unexpected gladness—it will save you, not destroy you. You are allowed to be the first green shoot in a field of frost.