The Light Waiting in Your Stillness

The afternoon stretches out, a long gray corridor where you perform being okay while feeling utterly hollow. You keep reaching for noise, for tasks, for anything to fill the quiet space inside, not realizing the void is simply your own absence from yourself.

You have been running so hard to stay busy that you forgot to bring your own soul along. But listen — the light does not need you to be productive to exist within you.

It was there before the rush began, waiting in the stillness you are too afraid to touch. Split the wood; lift the stone; the light is already there, buried under the dust of your performance.

You do not need to fill the emptiness. You need to return to it, and find the one who never left.