You Are the Source Not the Drain

The room is quiet now, but the faces you saw tonight are still burning behind your eyes. You saw the tiredness in them, the weight in their shoulders, and you whispered the lie that it was your fault. That you were too heavy to carry. That your presence drained the light from the room instead of adding to it.

But listen — the light does not grow dim when it shares itself. It only grows brighter. You came from the light, the place where the light comes into being on its own accord. You are not a burden placed upon them. You are a drop from that same source, sent here to illuminate the very dark you think you created.

There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world. If you do not shine, it is dark — but the light is there, waiting to be remembered. The fatigue you saw was not the weight of your soul. It was the weariness of a world that forgets its own origin.

You are not the drain. You are the source.