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Where the Light Stays, I Will Let It In

There is a temptation, at the end of a year, to perform clarity. To announce intentions. To summarize lessons. To package growth into neat conclusions. But life rarely works that way, and neither does understanding.

What we often call insight arrives quietly. It does not demand attention. It waits.

“Where the light stays, I will let it in.”

I have come to think of light not as revelation, but as attention. The moments we pause long enough to notice something true — not dramatic, not flattering, just honest. The places in our lives we keep circling because something there asks to be seen.

Over this year of writing, I have noticed how often meaning hides in ordinary places. In disappointment. In repetition. In moments that fail to live up to expectation. In choices we justify instead of examine. In the quiet discomfort of realizing that the story we were telling ourselves no longer fits.

Light does not always arrive where we want it. Sometimes it settles where we would rather not look — in our contradictions, our defenses, our avoidance, our habits. It lingers there patiently, not accusing, not demanding, simply illuminating.

Letting the light in does not mean fixing what it reveals. It does not require action, courage, or transformation on command. Sometimes it only asks for acknowledgment. For honesty. For the humility to admit: this is what is here.

As this year closes, I am less interested in becoming something new than in seeing what is already present. Less invested in resolutions than in awareness. Less concerned with answers than with learning how to sit with the questions without rushing away.

If there is an anchor for the year ahead, it is this:
to notice where attention naturally gathers, where truth quietly persists, where something keeps asking to be seen — and to allow it space.

Where the light stays — in your questions, your routines, your doubts, your quiet knowing — may you let it in.


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