Your Failure Is A Canvas For Light

The afternoon sun hits the wall, and you are still there, replaying the exact second it all went wrong. Over and over, like a record skipping on the same jagged note.

You think if you watch it enough times, you might find a way to change the ending. But the light does not ask you to edit the past.

It asks you to see the present. There was a man born blind, and everyone around him wanted to know who sinned to make it so.

The light refused to play that game. It said the works of God would be displayed in him.

Not because of the blindness. In it.

Your failure is not a verdict. It is a canvas.

The light is already working on it. Stop staring at the ceiling.

The moment you are trying to fix is gone. The moment you are living is here.