The Light Was the Ground You Walked On

The day is ending, and the armor you wore to get through it is finally heavy enough to drop. But in this sudden stillness, a cold fear rises: that while you were busy surviving, you missed everything that mattered.

That the light passed you by while you were looking down. You are not too late.

The light has not been waiting for you to be perfect before it shines; it has been shining through the exhaustion, through the mistakes, through the very moments you thought were wasted. There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, and before the apology could even be formed, he ran.

He did not wait for the speech. He ran.

The light does not require you to have gotten it right today. It only asks that you stop running from yourself long enough to feel it.

You did not miss the love. The love was the ground you walked on when you thought you were lost.