You Are the Source, Not the Vessel

The mask you wear today is not made of plastic, but of a thousand small disappearances. You smile at the school gate while feeling your own name fade into the background noise of someone else's needs.

It feels as though loving this much requires you to vanish. But the light does not ask you to empty yourself until there is nothing left.

In the beginning, the Father ran to meet a son who had wasted everything, not to scold him, but to embrace him before a single word was spoken. That embrace did not diminish the father; it revealed who he truly was.

Your capacity to love is not a finite resource being drained away. It is a spring welling up from within you, fresh and endless.

You are not a vessel running dry. You are the source itself, shining even when you feel invisible.