The Light Waits For No Answer

The sun is up, and the house is quiet, but your mind is racing over a question that should be simple: what do you want to eat? For years, that choice was never really yours.

You picked the meal that kept the peace, the food that stopped the frown, the option that made sure no one else was disappointed. Now, with no one watching, the silence feels heavy because you realize you don't know what you actually crave.

You have forgotten your own hunger beneath the weight of everyone else's expectations. But look—the light is rising anyway.

It does not wait for you to have the right answer before it touches your face. It shines on the confusion just as warmly as it shines on the certainty.

You do not need to know your favorite color or your preferred meal to be held by this new day. The light is not asking you to perform a preference.

It is simply inviting you to taste something real, even if it's small. Start with one bite that is only for you.