The Dawn Does Not Wait

The sun is just beginning to gray the sky, and you are sitting in the quiet of your car, staring at the face in the rearview mirror. The eyes looking back feel陌生, like they belong to a stranger who has endured too much while you were asleep.

You do not recognize the person who survived the night. But the light that rose this morning did not check your identity before it broke the dark.

It simply arrived. It shone on the road, on the trees, on the weary face in the glass.

You are not required to recognize yourself before you can begin again. The dawn does not wait for you to feel whole.

It offers you the day anyway. The light is already inside those tired eyes, even if you cannot see it yet.

You made it through. That is enough for now.