Even the brightest things are born in shadow.
A star does not glow without the night to hold it.

Do why do we curse the dark as if it is only enemy?
It is the canvas,
the contrast,
the reason we see the light at all.

Your struggles,
The nights you think swallow you whole are not proof of weakness,
But proof that you too are becoming something that can burn through the void.

Even the stars,
Those endless fires,
Need darkness
To be seen.
And so do you.