each time your mind leans toward what uplifts, you’re tending a quiet fire within that fire doesn’t rage, it doesn’t shout; it simply glows and in its glow, fear loses shape, sorrow softens, and the heavy things grow lighter this isn’t denial of what hurts, it’s choosing not to build your home there where your thoughts settle, your life follows so let them rest where there’s warmth, not just to escape the dark, but to become the light that outlasts it