When the world is too big and we are too small; the current road is too dark and our hearts are too noisy——
You need a gentle response, an understanding hug.
In this noisy world, have you ever felt -
Rusting like a lighthouse, doubting its own light?
Slow as a snail, carrying an invisible shell?
Drifting like a cloud, unable to find its own shape?
As tiny as a flame, afraid of the next gust of wind?
This is not a story about removing pain, but a gentle revolution about being seen.
Let loneliness find an echo, let vulnerability be shaded, and let the glimmers of light illuminate each other.
The essence of healing is to let every heart find a harbor - even if that harbor is as small as a snail's shell or as bright as a flame in the crack of a lighthouse.
Dedicated to every soul in the dark, still waiting for the words "you are here".
