You Were Never an Accident of the Dark

The house is quiet now, and the questions you pushed away all day have come back to sit with you in the dark. You wonder why you were given away, carrying a silence that feels like a rejection written before you drew your first breath.

But listen — there was a woman who searched her entire house, lighting a lamp just to find one lost coin, and when she found it, she called everyone to rejoice over that single, specific life. You were never an accident of the dark.

You are a drop from the light, sent here with a purpose that your origin story cannot erase. The light does not care how you arrived; it only cares that you are here, shining.

You were not abandoned to the night; you were placed exactly where the light needed to be seen.