Not Sunshine, Not Storms — Just a Little Light That Stays

 “Sunshine all the time creates a desert.”

When I first came across this quote, it struck me like a truth I didn’t know I already carried. I loved it instantly. I thought I’d write about how too much ease, too much comfort, too much of anything — like sunshine — can dry us out, leaving no space for roots to grow deep.

But as I began reflecting with my pen, something almost ironic emerged. My life doesn’t feel like unending sunshine. It feels like storm after storm. I’m not lacking contrast — I’m drenched in it. What I long for is not more “growth through struggle.” I’ve had enough of that. What I long for is stillness. Peace. Just a little light that stays.

That’s when journaling entered — not as a solution, not to chase the storms away, but as a way to pause. To breathe. To empty out what the world was pouring in. I didn’t come to the page with wisdom. I came tired, cluttered, confused. And yet, something shifted. Not around me, but within me.

My life didn’t slow down. But my thoughts did. My pen didn’t erase the pain. But it softened the edges.

Journaling became my shelter. A home I returned to each day — messy, unfinished, and honest. No rules. No audience. Just space. Safe space. A place where I could fall apart without fear, and rebuild without pressure.

And now — something else is stirring.

I’ve found home in journaling. Now, I want to build castles.

Not out of sand, vulnerable to the next wave. But story by story, foundation to rooftop — structures that last. I want to build with words, not just to process, but to express. To create. I want rooms filled with imagination, towers of perspective, and open windows where truth can breathe.

Journaling taught me to listen to myself. Now, I want to speak.

Not to be loud, but to be clear. Not to impress, but to connect. Not to escape the storm, but to make meaning of it.

The page was my quiet. Now it is becoming my voice.

It’s funny how healing begins in silence, and then urges us toward sound.
How writing for no one at all can eventually awaken the desire to write for myself.
How surviving leads, quietly and slowly, to creating.

So yes — sunshine all the time creates a desert.
But too many storms can drown us too.
We need balance. Stillness. Shelter.
And once we have that — 
once we find our home — 
we might just start building castles.

एक घर, जिसकी दीवारें कुछ रोक सकें, खिड़कियाँ कुछ आने-जाने दें।