The Light Does Not Scan Your History

The sun is up, but your eyes are still fixed on a screen from three weeks ago, searching for the exact sentence where you became too much. You read it again.

And again. Trying to find the moment the balance tipped.

But the light that shines in the morning does not scan your history for errors. It simply arrives.

It falls on the floor, on the wall, on the face of the person who sent that message, and it makes no distinction. There was a man born blind, and the question was whose sin caused it.

The answer was neither. The darkness was not a punishment.

It was a canvas. You are not a mistake to be analyzed.

You are a place where the works of the light might be displayed. Stop looking for the flaw in the text.

The light is not hiding in your past. It is here, right now, in the room where you are waking up.

You came from the light, and to the light you return. The moment you became 'too much' never happened.

You are exactly enough.