The Light Waiting Inside Your Grayness

The sun is up, but the world feels gray again. You made it through the night, yet the morning brings no new reason to stay.

You are moving, but you feel hollow. The light does not scold you for this emptiness.

It simply waits for you to notice it is already here. There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off.

He ran. Before the apology, before the speech — he ran.

The meaning you are searching for did not vanish. It was waiting for you to stop looking outside and start feeling inside.

You are not a drop that fell from the source. You are a drop sent to illuminate the world below.

The grayness is just the canvas. The light is the paint.

And it is already in your hand.