You Are Not The Fixer

The morning light hits the mask you wore to work, and for a second, you fear it might slip. You have become so good at fixing everyone else's broken things that you are terrified they will look closely and see the empty space where your own heart should be.

But the light does not need your performance to find you. It sees the hollow places not as failures, but as room.

There is a truth that has been waiting for you since before you started carrying the world: what you are looking for has already come, but you do not recognize it because you are too busy holding up the sky. You are not the fixer.

You are the fixed. The emptiness you fear is not a void to be filled with more doing; it is the very shape of the light waiting to live inside you.