Let the Day Begin Without Your Permission

The sun is coming up, and you are still holding your breath. You have been watching the chest rise and fall, not with love, but with a terrible, secret hunger for it to stop so you can finally close your eyes.

This is the weight of the long night—the fear that you are waiting for an ending just to find rest. But listen—the light does not ask you to keep watch alone.

The rising sun comes from heaven to guide your feet into the path of peace, not the path of endurance. You do not have to carry the next hour.

The mercy that wakes the world is already here, tender and soft, shining on those who feel they are in the shadow of death. You are not the guardian of this life; you are just a person who is tired.

Let the day begin without your permission. The light is already here, and it is enough for both of you.