You Are Not The Glue

The sun is just beginning to touch the horizon, and you are already standing, holding up the walls of your world because you are terrified that if you let go, everything will crash down. You believe that your presence is the only thing keeping the collapse at bay, that your exhaustion is the price of order.

But listen — the light does not require you to be a pillar. It does not need you to hold the sky.

There is a truth inside you that was there before you started carrying this weight, and it will be there after you put it down. You are not the glue.

You are the light. And the light does not strain; it simply shines.

The dawn arrives without your help. The birds do not wait for your permission to sing.

You can stop. The world will not end if you rest.

In fact, it might finally begin.