The Light Waiting in the Ordinary

The house is quiet now, and the glass has turned into a mirror. You catch your own reflection in the dark window and realize the eyes staring back belong to someone you no longer know.

The face is familiar, but the light behind it feels distant, like a room you used to live in but have since left. Do not turn away from that stranger.

Do not pretend you do not see the distance. The light is not gone; it is simply waiting for you to stop performing for an audience that isn't there.

You were made to carry a fire that no darkness can extinguish, even when you cannot feel its heat. Split a piece of wood, and the light is there.

Lift up a stone, and you will find it there. It has been waiting in the ordinary things while you searched for it in the extraordinary.

You are not a ghost haunting your own life. You are the light itself, temporarily forgotten, but never lost.