You Are Not A Mistake To Edit

The sun is up, but your mind is still in the dark room of last night, replaying the message you sent. You are searching for the exact word where you became too much, the sentence that broke the connection.

You read it until the letters lose their shape. But the light does not scan your history for errors.

It sees the person behind the text. There was a man born blind, and people asked whose sin caused it—his or his parents'.

The answer was neither. Your worth is not determined by a perfect message.

You are not a mistake to be edited. The dawn has arrived whether you found the flaw or not.

Step out of the replay and into the morning. The light is not waiting for you to get it right; it is already here, holding the space you occupy.