Joy is hard to find, but only because I’m blind. Like when I open up my eyes, I find it everywhere I look. And I don’t know how this story ends, but I pray they find me grateful and say I was extravagantly wasteful with the love I had to give, as if I learned to live like it was never running out.

January 5, 2026

Joy is hard to find, but only because I’m blind. Like when I open up my eyes, I find it everywhere I look. And I don’t know how this story ends, but I pray they find me grateful and say I was extravagantly wasteful with the love I had to give, as if I learned to live like it was never running out.
— Joshua Luke Smith

Reflection

We often treat joy and love like scarce resources. Things we should hoard, or can only get when the conditions are perfect. But what if we operated as if they were freely available, all the time? Joy lives in the people beside us, the work before us, the breath in our lungs. And love was never meant to be rationed. It was made to be poured out.

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