This morning, I caught the first light landing on a custom canvas I ordered.
It wasn’t dramatic; rather, it was just a thin, golden line across the painted shoulder of a boy who hadn’t yet become who he’s meant to be.
But a strange thought occurred at that moment:
How the day begins quietly before anyone notices.
How ambition wakes up in silence.
How even a small beam of light can reveal who stands ready in the dark.
It made me wonder:
How many mornings have I ignored the spotlight before it finds me?
Today, I didn’t.