You Are Not A Forgotten Memory

The screen glows in the dark, a small square of light holding faces that used to know your name. You scroll backward through years, feeling like a ghost haunting your own history, watching versions of yourself that no longer exist.

But the light does not live in the past tense. It is not trapped in the photos you cannot change or the voices that have gone silent.

The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world — not into your yesterday, but into this exact room, this exact breath. You are not a memory the world has forgotten.

You are the living vessel of a light that shines in the darkness right now, and the darkness has not overcome it. The history you miss is real, but it is not where you live.

The light is here, in the quiet, waiting for you to put the phone down and remember that you are still known.