You Are Held, Not Behind

The middle of the day is long, and the screen in your hand feels heavy with other people's certainties. You scroll past a milestone, a celebration, a life that looks finished, and your stomach turns because your own interior feels like an empty room.

It is a specific kind of loneliness — to be surrounded by motion while feeling completely still. But there is a light that does not depend on your progress or your performance.

It was there before the first achievement and it is there now, in this quiet ache. The light does not compare.

It does not measure. It simply lives inside you, steady and unbroken, whether you are running or standing still.

You are not behind. You are held.