You Are a Lamp That Cannot Be Extinguished

The afternoon stretches long, and in the quiet hum of routine, the mind turns inward to scan. You are checking your own pulse for the first skip, hunting your skin for the first mark of failure, waiting for the body to betray you.

It is a exhausting vigil, this watching for the crack before it appears. But the light does not wait for you to break before it loves you.

It is not a reward for perfect health or a constant signal that fades when the signal weakens. It was there before the fear started.

It is there in the fatigue. You are not a house waiting to collapse; you are a lamp that cannot be extinguished from the inside.

The scan is over. The light was never conditional on your wholeness.