You Are a Drop From the Light

The morning light is gray and thin, and in this quiet, your mind begins to calculate the weight of every kindness you received yesterday. You are listening for the silence underneath their words, convinced that their gentleness is just a polite way of waiting for you to leave so they do not have to be the one to end it.

But the light that rises now does not ask you to decipher their heart; it only asks you to remember where yours came from. You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord, and that origin cannot be revoked by human hesitation.

The dawn is not holding its breath, waiting for you to disappear; it is simply arriving, again, because that is what light does. You are not a burden waiting to be dropped.

You are a drop from the light, sent here to illuminate the very space you occupy.