Leo

The things you carry that were never yours to choose came with their own instructions about how to hold them. A name, a way of moving through rooms, a particular kind of attention that people give you before you have said anything at all. You have spent years learning which parts serve you and which parts you can set down without betraying anyone. What remains is not the weight of what was handed to you, but your own decision about how much of it to keep visible. The inheritance becomes yours not when you accept it, but when you choose what to do with the light it casts.