You Are a Drop That Cannot Be Drained

The sun is setting, and the armor you wore all day feels heavier now that you are finally still. You are terrified that if you stop fixing everyone else, they will finally see there is nothing of value left inside you to keep.

But the light does not need your performance to stay. It came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord — and that is where you came from too.

You are not a container that empties when you give; you are a drop from the source that cannot be drained. There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world even when they are doing absolutely nothing.

The terror says you must earn your place at the table. The truth says you were sent here as a drop of the divine, and your mere presence is enough to illuminate the room.