Joy is not the absence of sorrow.

It is the song that rises from its ashes.

This offering is encoded with remembrance—

of warmth after cold, of color after gray,

of the soul’s deep yes to life.

Use it when the world feels too much.

Use it when the light returns.

Use it when you’re ready to bloom without apology.

This joy is not naive.

It is ancient.

And it remembers you.