You Are Not Found Out; You Are Found

The sun is rising, and with it comes the heavy work of putting on the face the world expects. You feel like a fraud because you cannot summon the joy everyone else seems to wear so easily.

But the light does not ask for your performance. It only asks for your presence.

There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off — broken, ashamed, rehearsing a speech he never got to finish. He ran.

Before the apology, before the mask could be fixed — he ran. You do not have to pretend to be whole to be held.

The dawn is not a demand to be happy; it is a quiet promise that the light is already here, waiting for you to simply wake up. You are not found out; you are found.