The Light Waits for Your Face

The afternoon sun is bright, and you are working hard to stay inside its glare. You have become excellent at performing the version of yourself that gets applauded, while the real you hides in the shadow of your own competence.

It is a terrifying thing to be loved for a mask you are afraid to take off. You worry that if the performance stops, the love will stop too.

But there is a love that does not need your output to exist. The Good came into your midst to the essence of every nature, to restore it to its root.

Your root is not what you do. It is who you are before you do anything.

The light is not watching your work; it is waiting for your face. You do not have to earn the right to be seen.

The child of true Humanity exists within you. Follow it.

The performance is a cage you built, but the door was never locked from the outside.