We all carry a little darkness. Moments we don’t speak of. Storms We face. Shadows we walk through quietly. But that doesn’t mean our light is gone. Even on heavy days, when it feels like someone has punched us in the chest, or everything feels hopeless. We work. We care. We laugh. We create. We shine, like the brightest star in the sky. No matter what happens today – even if it’s messy, or lonely, or full of tears - The sun will rise in the morning. Like it always does. Like we always do. Because light doesn’t have to shout. Sometimes it just keeps showing up, quietly. One bright beam at a time.