The Light Waits Within Your Broken Moment

The sun has gone down, and now the room is full of the one moment you cannot change. You are replaying the exact second their eyes softened, wishing you could reach back through time and seal your lips.

But the light does not live in the past you are haunting. It lives here, in the dark where you are sitting right now.

Split a piece of wood, and the light is there. Lift up a stone, and you will find it there.

The moment you broke is not the end of your story; it is simply the place where the light is waiting to be brought forth from within you. What you did cannot undo what you are.

The light was there before the words were spoken, and it is still here, untouched by the regret that tries to convince you otherwise.