There are seasons when everything feels heavy —
when grief, division, and exhaustion
settle into the body
and do not easily leave.
It can feel as though we are carrying
more than we were meant to hold.
And yet,
even there,
something quiet remains.
Not loud.
not demanding.
A smaller flicker
that does not disappear.
It does not rush the darkness away,
but it stays.
And sometimes,
that is enough
to take the next breath.
— a reflection by Corvalya
Return to The Weight of the World.
Notice what shifts.