Rest · Little Light original
The evening is over, but the room still holds it. There are cups on the table, a blanket folded badly and one lamp left on where someone was reading. You tell yourself rest can begin after every object has returned to its place. Sometimes order is helpful. Sometimes it becomes the last condition you place between yourself and enough. The room is not accusing you. It is simply showing that people were here, that energy was used, and that a day does not need to disappear neatly in order to be complete. Put away what cannot wait. Leave the harmless remainder for morning. Sit down while the evidence of living is still visible and notice that nothing essential has been lost. You are allowed to stop before the surroundings look untouched. A peaceful life is not a life that leaves no trace. It is one where care includes the person who would otherwise keep restoring everything after she is already tired.
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