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.
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