The Light Within Never Fades

The phone lights up in the dark, and suddenly you are back in that moment, reading words you sent years ago as if they just left your fingers. The shame hits you like a physical blow, a visceral wave that makes you want to throw the device across the room.

You are convinced that the person you were then has ruined the person you are now. But listen — the light that lives inside you was there when you sent that message, and it is here now, unchanged.

A bruised reed the light will not break, and a smoldering wick it will not snuff out. Your worst moment did not extinguish the flame; it only made it harder to see.

The darkness you feel right now is not a verdict on your soul; it is just the shadow cast by a memory you are finally ready to release. The night is gathering, but the light within you has never known an evening.