At night

When the lights are off
and the glimmer of external world has vanished
so has the laughter riot of reels and cheap dopamine
and you are all by yourself

Comes to you a realisation most crucial
that was hidden beneath the layers that didn’t matter anyway.
The sadness of being too loyal
The guilt of being a narcissist (that comes in way of “I did nothing wrong”)
The peace of living by your passion
The joy of loving your parents
The satisfaction of doing the right thing
the dissatisfaction of playing over someone else
The richness of honesty, humility, and courage
the poverty of fake, fear and frail

And in that moment at night
when the lights are off
what speaks to you so loudly
is what is the true light.

It whispers, but is the loudest.
You listen to it and you honour yourself
You don’t listen to it and you may sleep well, but rarely do you ever be quiet.