You did not choose most of the rules you live by. You agreed to them. There is a difference, and the difference is everything.

You did not want the thing. You wanted the peace it promised. And the one that let you down was never the problem.

You cannot make the loud voice stop. You were never asked to. The static is not the station, and the dial was always in your hand.

You got the thing you were running for, and you are still running. The wheel does not stop when you win. It stops when you get off.

There is a dark spot in your week that nothing fills. Nothing is missing. Something is unplugged.

You have spent years trying to make yourself clear, and nobody ever asked you to. You are not the light. You are the glass.

There is a light in the person who hurt you that their worst moment never touched. You have never seen it, because you have been looking at the mask.

You have spent your life paying for your worth, quietly, daily, as if the bill were still open. What if it was sealed before you were born?

You have spent your whole life repairing something. What if the wound was never there, and the brokenness you keep patching is only clay over gold?

You have spent your life believing you are one small fragment of something vast. What if nothing was ever broken?

The doorway you have been searching for has no door. It has been open the whole time, and you have been standing inside it.

The past you keep replaying is already over. It ended the instant it began. So what is still running the film?