Love Does Not Keep Ledgers

The house is quiet now, but your mind is loud with the fear that you are too much for the people who love you. You watch them carry your weight and you panic, convinced that your pain is a debt they cannot afford.

But listen — the light that lives inside you did not arrive as a burden to be managed. It came from the place where light generates itself, self-sustaining and endless.

You are not draining them; you are simply forgetting the source that feeds you both. The one who sees you in this dark hour does not calculate the cost of your care.

He sees the weight and calls it an opportunity to show you that love does not keep ledgers. You came from the light, and you cannot exhaust what has no end.